The industrial base of Chemainus,
Its historical murals explain us;
A few ancestors thrived
(Logging barely survived)
Their respect for the land was disdainous.

On Mt. Sicker o'erlooking the brine.
Lived a miner with child Clementine.
She ran off with a logger,
(As retold by this blogger)
Took his liquor, and shoes number nine.

An old eco-wise man, near Chemainus
Panned for gold, an old tale to entrain us;
But it's not as you think -
He adored tin and zinc,
But the ore he deplored was uranous.

An old royalist chap from Chemainus
Felt that monarchists' views should constrain us;
When inviting the Queen
He expressed why he's keen,
"Visit! Come over soon, for you reign us."

An astronomy buff from Chemainus
Suffered craving for choc'late most heinous;
He snarfed heavenly Stars,
Milky Ways and Mars bars,
But his fave nighttime sight was Uranus.

New to British Columbia? Rain
Won't extinguish the anguish and strain.
Frequent downpours and drizzle
Cause incentive to fizzle.
Cherish sunny climes? Get on a plane.

In a bar, not too far from Chemainus
Sang a man with guitar to refrain us,
"From your face, wipe that grin!
Townfolks' patience grows thin:
Your poor verses do not entertain us."