We had lost this little write up awhile ago, but it has been found. Six days on the side of Keeler Needle and this is what we accomplished.
Boredom in a Portaledge
Hanging in abyss.
Recollections of a man whom we miss!
“Pack a jacket bring a snack”
watch out Myles the bears attack.
Sandbagger by day, hero by night
And where is that red cape that helps you take flight?
This way is shorter, that way is faster,
I swear this won’t end in disaster.
Ketchup!
What do you think this is?
“A Restaurant” yells she who runs the bizz.
Why does the sign say store?
While we shell French fries out the door.
“Yeah, Yeah Yeah!”
We hear him say.
He amuses our attention yet another day.
Always big, pearly whites when we return…
What do mean your hamburger is burned?
Even though today the silver locks are gone,
We know to which club you once belonged.
His office is next to the pots and pans,
But he’ll exit the kitchen to sign books for his fans.
And if you asked him today, why we’re stuck up here,
He would tell you with certainty, “It’s all that damn gear!”
Dedicated to Earlene to with love and admiration:)
You thought this was over, but the snow is still falling
And, lo and behold, we’ve had our second calling.
The man from part one had him a son
We’ll call him Doug #2, just for fun.
With two crazy kids and his tiny, little wife
Doug #2 has got quite the life.
Bent over the grill, snow shovel at side,
Out the window the monster pancakes slide.
The best breakfast in the morning and greasiest burger for lunch,
He always sneaks out before the afternoon crunch.
Looking up at the mountains he wonders how we could be…
But distracted by powder, he needs to go ski!
He is the offspring of the greatest kind,
And one of the best friends one could find.
It’s time to go now, we’re losing our mind.
Quite obvious, because we are speaking in rhyme.
We’ve tricked you again, the snow is still falling,
And now we have heard our thrice calling!
What am I doing here,
How can this be?
I look out the window and can’t even see.
The flurries are falling off the wall onto me.
It’s too cold to go outside and pee.
Our hopes are diminishing with each additional gust,
In the beginning it was “Keeler or Bust!”
We wish for tomorrow when the sun will rise hot,
But today this damn ledge is all that we’ve got.
