Prune Crumble
At 6:30 am The alarm went beep beep
Towards the virgin peak
Roger had so much gear
Matt wore fresh socks
Greg packed his tent
Whilst back on the boat
A Knight of the realm
Whilst the other was below quiet as a mouse
Over on the far side
The weather was damp and cold
Rodney however was not
Meanwhile on Anti-hope
The mate emerged bright and clean
The boat was now spic and span
Having conquered the peak
But they were in for a surprise
So while they came to no harm
Back to the index
Late last night they packed
After football we were all wacked
And they set off Across the misty deep
It was not for the weak
He was not in great cheer
It was feared he had the pox
He was ready for any event
The skipper had the crew on the ropes
Was seen polishing the healm
Cleaning out the shit house
The climbers were having a rough ride
But Rob was feeling bold
So at the rock tower the party did stop
The showers were on and out came the soap
While the skipper was nowhere to be seen
We even found yet another can of SPAM
The climbers their dinner did seek
For in the oven a prune crumble did rise
The outlook is far from calm