Day 664: Narrows West

When Laetitia and her group left Riverton, they passed the former railway station and Lundi Moose. The juxtaposition of the two, and the consideration that moose rhymes with goose, led the group to burst spontaneously into a song called Passengers Will Please Refrain, from the days when the toilets in passenger cars flushed directly onto the track. The lyrics, sung to the tune of Dvorak’s Humoresque, were modified slightly to fit the local situation, replacing Sherman’s horse with Lundi Moose.

Passengers will please refrain
From flushing toilets while the train
Is standing in the station, I love you!
We encourage constipation
While the train is in the station
Moonlight always makes me think of you.

So, if you have to pass some water
Kindly call the pullman porter
He’ll place a vessel in the vestibule.
If the porter isn’t here
Try the platform in the rear
The one in front is likely to be cool.

If the ladies’ room be taken
Do not feel the least forsaken
Do not breathe a sigh of sad defeat.
But, try the men’s room in the hall
And if some gent has had the call
He’ll graciously relinquish you his seat.

If all these efforts prove in vain
Break the nearest window pane
This novel method’s used by very few.
And we’ll go strolling through the park
Goosing statues in the dark
If Lundi Moose can take it, why can’t you?

The group headed west on Manitoba Highway 68. They stopped for the evening at Lake Manitoba Narrows West. After a lakeshore hike, Laetitia helped her guests check in to the lodge and found a rustic drinking establishment. Sport fishing draws large numbers of visitors to Narrows West every year, so it was no surprise when Laetitia found the bar filled with fisherman. She had the misfortune of being near a table of fishermen who had caught nothing that day and were drinking heavily. They were complaining loudly and blaming a tall, awkward man in their party for their bad luck. Other parties did well on the lake, often catching their limits. Laetitia thought this group probably didn’t know the lake and were too cheap to hire a local guide to take them to the good spots. She usually enjoyed her bar sojourns, but today she was pleased when it was time to join her group. Just before she left, she wrote the limerick of the day.

The fishermen chided the tall guy
Who was cast in the role of a fall guy
But it was rather lame
To give him the blame
For their lack of prowess catching walleye.