The Legend of Box Hill
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The sun was piercing clear blue sky
The trail was long and steep
The incline roughly one in three
Enough to make you weep
Twenty five set off that day
All keen to reach the top
We strode out with hope in our hearts
And none of us would stop
Six months pregnant Jen went forth
To lead the party on
Robin too a svelte young cove
Was not to be outdone
The kids ran all about the place
To them it was a treat
Already I was gasping from
The sultry April heat
Sam and Jake and Zac pressed on
Their bodies rugby honed
Muscles rippling in the haze
Sun tanned, firmly toned
Jane and Chris moved gamely on
Told entertaining tales
Of gates that crash upon your head
And bury you with rails
Tim and Claire and Lex and Rich
They reached the top with ease
Glad to see Surrey hills
The verdant fields and trees
Karen too had reached the peak
With Steve and Caroline
Firing on four cylinders
With stronger hearts than mine
Emily stayed with me
And Greg the doctor too
In case I didn't make it
For they'd know what to do
Carol too was standing by
She felt the path too steep
For me to make it to top
I needed to dig deep
We took a rest, we thought it wise,
We scanned the panorama
Drank some water mopped our brows
I didn't want a drama
On we slogged and reached the peak
Together once again
Some went left and some went right
I'd got an addled brain.
Time to make the steep descent
Back to the hotel bar
Sliding down the pebbled scree
It didn't look too far.
Skipping, sliding, skating down
We now had Steve in tow
We thought it would be easier
But little did we know
Going down was just as hard
The jarring of the knees
Toes stubbing in our flimsy shoes
It wasn't such a breeze
Steve was keeping up quite well
He hadn't packed a bag
But now and then he'd stop and pause
Then suck hard on a fag
We slowly inched towards the base
Our destination near
With thoughts of sitting down at last
And swigging on a beer
We'd made it though our legs were shot
At last we'd reached the finish
Carol had a lager and
I had a pint of Guinnesh
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The moral of this story
Is to always take your time
And do not over do it
Or you'll lose your sense of rhyme
