Explorers from Futility
The 'Big Adventure' all began on a day of trepidation
A day we will revere for eighty weeks
Here we'll explain our joys and fears solely for your delectation
As we escape to the mountain’s lofty peeks.
We climbed, and climbed again, far up into the Himalayas
A spot we will revisit eighty times
And there our sherpas paused and shared a bag of overripe papayas
Sprinkled with the juice of eighty limes
We climbed a tree and there we saw a volcanic eruption
A thing we will remember eighty years
From our purch, now so imperiled, we but had a novel presumption.
Dispelling all but five of eighty fears
We sat awhile, and gazed upon infinity's numbing expanse
We laughed in the face of danger
All the while throughout this leisure we became quite entranced
Despite the eighty infants in the manger
We've documented the 'Big Adventure' for posterity
A tome that runs to eighty fun-packed pages
And guarantee our names will all go down in history
As scions of the three and eighty mages
We pondered much and wondered more and hardly drew a breath
At eighty thousand feet, there's little air
The fact that we were so high up was scaring us to death
But strangely, fear of falling kept us there
We hovered there and pelted clouds with ice
We'd mixed with coke and dark rum eighty proof
(The kind that makes us blush and flee what's nice)
And so we sat and viewed our world, from on the roof.
Contributors: | Spawn of Rippy, TG, Teresa Incognita, Butcher, Anon., Del Playa Debaucher, Lady Lillian, Grayman, The Agent Apsley. |
Poem finished: | 13th September 1999. |