Arrival at the Wainrock,

A glimpse at a line,

Determined to climb it,

Regardless of spine,

………………..

Brown knarled skin,

In the twinkling light,

His dodgy eyes fixed,

Upon this Majestic onsight,

……………

His leathery palms trott,

Up the crimps to a break,

A 2.5 friend is placed,

And given a little shake,

…………………..

The crux move is vanquished,

With typical Dooge grace,

His stumpy legs follow,

Up the petrifying face.

…………..

A few grunts later,

The F.A is done,

A smile breaks from the abyss,

To show there was some fun.

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