A Piece of Precipice Pie

Adventure, a manly quest you desired,

climbing up, climbing up...you transpired.

You touched rocks of fame and fortune too,

you knew you'd get there if you fought hard and true.

Many a cut hands and legs bled when all was done and said,

most would have left you all but for dead.

Trudging onward you wouldn't take no for an answer,

nearly falling off a cliff, hanging there in the air like dancer.

Shirt ripped to shreds and flesh battered and beaten,

for days there had not been an ounce of food to have been eaten.

Sacrifice, mind over matter...sacrifice, mind over matter,

grit and tough guts it took otherwise you would soon spatter.

The top was within reach and in your bleary-eyed sight,

you could almost taste it, continuing to fight on, fight on.

Layers of sweat and grime plastered to your beastly frame,

no one could ever dare to proclaim that you were ever lame.

Finally gripping a piece of nature's dessert, precipice pie,

anyone who would have seen you would have been sure to cry.

All that drive and masculine ferociousness finally led you to your prize,

seconds before slipping, with no one to hear your desperate cries.