Mackey's Three.
Out at Mackeys 1, 2, 3... M75, M9 and Me.
Switching back one times three,
Across the slab, Mummy hold me!
Off in the distance spied we three,
The days accomplishment soon to be.
Rap off a shrub, oh so tiny.
Don't breathe too hard, the roots might free.
Down at pitch 1, three is two,
Dissent in the ranks, oh what to do?
Upstairs goes one, squirrel and squirm,
Squeal like a cat, hide in my hat.
To the back-up plan we go,
M9 in a can!
Can he do it? Yes he can!
Pitch 2 is a steel, a steel times two.
One ramp too high, Oh!
What an ordeal!
Off to the left, sling, hook, big cam,
Run it to hex, sized ring pull of a can.
On to the darkness, black lichen and humour,
Sandal times one, Source size 11?
Pitch 4 is straight up,
Lay back, slab and mud.
Water is scarce, but slick on the sludge
Awesome slings, M75 is in love.
Negotiate Ti Tree, Me and M9
M75 is up not wanting to sportclimb
Slinging the bush, steel ring times two,
M75 the glory is now to you.
The summit is grand,
a snap and slap of hand.
Three climbers are we tired, sullied
and pleased.
Sphagnum and Feldspar filtered water chugged down
With glee, back to the car this party of three.
Finish the day, beverage - beer of ginger,
M9 much harder, stronger the liquor.
One for a swim, one for a drive,
One for a birthday, New Year and good night.
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