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Fossil climber
Trad climber
Atlin, B. C.
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Wow - We've tapped a deep dark vein of something here!
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Steve Grossman
Trad climber
Seattle, WA
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While mining for a laugh in the dark
Up above came a curse and a spark
"Warren's got to be thrilled"
As he labored and drilled
"With this setting dramatic and stark"
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Lorenzo
Trad climber
Portland Oregon
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A CONVERSATION:
on a slab once , a problem I faced.
scared I'd fall 90 feet on his waist,
I cried "Parker- watch me".
"Wasn't worried" said he,
"Had my knife out, in case you misplaced".
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Fossil climber
Trad climber
Atlin, B. C.
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The towering Lost Arrow spire
Is a climb to which some folks aspire.
Does its phallic appearance
Attract these adherents?
I don't think I'll even inquire.
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Well-penned, Wayne.
Harding laughed at a joke Merry told.
It was scandalous, making fun of the old.
Fred Beckey's Lost Arrow points
At cracks, fissures and joints
And never freezes no matter how cold.
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Fossil climber
Trad climber
Atlin, B. C.
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Maybe this belongs in a different OT thread, but I'll throw it in anyway:
While one hopes that he isn't electable
He has made certain language respectable.
What was once impolite
Now seems quite all right -
He has made the word "as#@&%e" acceptable.
Sorry, back to climbing:
It is fun to poeticize climbing.
Most words lend themselves nicely to rhyming.
But - climbing in Asia?
I'm hit with aphasia -
..........and I'll be damned if I can find a rhyme for Chomo Lungma or Ama Dablam! Somebody give it a shot.
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Fossil climber
Trad climber
Atlin, B. C.
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The image of Guido leading in a Speedo is priceless!
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Steve Grossman
Trad climber
Seattle, WA
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Ama Dablam---> aplomb perhaps?
Chomolungma is tougher---> among ya?
But not as tough as Guido's predicament!
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ruppell
climber
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I climbed to the top with glee.
It was my first V10 you see.
On the way down
I fell to the ground
And hurt my f*#king knee
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guido
Trad climber
Santa Cruz/New Zealand/South Pacific
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There once was a climber named Merry
His routes so bold and quite scary
On the infamous Worst Erorr
He screamed out in terror
“Oh God I’ve lost my cherry.”
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Fossil climber
Trad climber
Atlin, B. C.
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You guys are cracking me up! Crag - nice going on Chomo Lungma! That's the most imaginative thing I've seen since Ogden Nash rhymed Los Angeles with tarantulas.
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Fossil climber
Trad climber
Atlin, B. C.
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I'm sort of pinned down for a few days with little to do to fight off Alzheimer's except to write limericks. Please forgive. W.
There was a young dirtbag named Murray
Whose finances were his chief worry.
But then came the crash
And he could have had cash -
But it went up in smoke in a hurry.
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Fossil climber
Trad climber
Atlin, B. C.
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A notable number of climbers
Are competent limerick rhymers.
Perhaps it's a skill
Of the mentally ill,
Or just a prelude to Alzheimer's.
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Hybridean verse
who needs limericks
show ‘em the phloem poem
moves ‘em ev’ry time
But let's stick with the one who done brung us.
Unknown but to some here among us
He's not from Wisconsin
He's not old BURT BRONSON,
And they say, "His two balls are humungous."
Also, He once said,
planning to rock the rock world,
so seriously:
"Let's climb El Cap in a day,"
Said Bridwell to Long and Westbay.
"We'll all get our share
Of leading up there.
I'm sure it will go so what say?"
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Chomolungmama*
a “Yokohama mama”
dines on raw llama
*Her real name is Nan Tucket
And she has a full bucket,
Filled up with dope
(It sure isn't soap).
She says, "No more dirtbaggin', just fuggit."
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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There was a smart poster named Clode
Claiming Portland was his abode
His real name's MacInnes
This poem needs a finish
But now I must use the comm-ode
About The Brave Cowboy you've heard
Never posts a discouraging word
He has a brave pup
Who always keeps up
When looking for a fossilized turd
Holding my end up here, Wayne.
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Bushman
climber
The state of quantum flux
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Guess I'll give it a go...
There once was a climber whose name was John Long
Did the nose in a day then said it was a song
But little did we know
When he thought he might blow
He had fetched out his nuts with the stroke of a long dong
A climber named bushman once fell way too far
And stretched all the strings on his climbing guitar
He would play out of tune
While he bayed at the moon
'Till his partner backed over the damned thing with his car
High on the top of the peak Annapurna
Lived a monk who'd proclaimed to the world he would, "spurn ya!"
But he came down to earth
When his girlfriend gave birth
She said, "those old condoms weren't safe, tried to warn ya!"
...please stop me if I've gone too far.
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Fossil climber
Trad climber
Atlin, B. C.
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I wondered how long you could resist, Bushman!
A few more days of this and we'll have a book!
STECK SALATHE'
By the end of the Sentinel venture
They were desperately needing a quencher.
Salathe' took the last -
Steck looked on aghast -
"I'll yutht uthe thith to rinth off my denthure!"
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Bushman
climber
The state of quantum flux
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^^^^^
Wayne, I laughed so hard when I got to "yutht" I could barely finish reading the last line,
brought tears to my eyes.
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