Something from the climbing newsgroup
By Rick Kruze
The Gibberwocky
'Twas chilly and the Almscliff droves
Did climb and boulder in the breeze,
All polished were the gritstone moves
But the friction was a tease.
Beware the Crack of Doom my son,
Jamming up that fearsome cleft.
Beware the great traverse and shun
The finish on the left.
He took his rack of Friends in hand,
Long time the mighty route he worked
Til he reached the scoof beneath the roof
Where the famous traverse lurked.
And as he gibbered in his stance,
A passer-by said with a sneer
'The bastard hasn't got a chance,
Look at how he quakes with fear.'
One-two one-two and through and through,
The traverse moves went thick and fast.
With a hidden hold the route unfurled,
And he reached the top at last.
'And hast thou climbed climbed the four-star route?'
Alas no, only in my dreams.
For in my mettle I lack the bottle,
And I'll never climb HVS it seems.
Henry.
henry_moose@my-dejanews.com
