A 6-pack of Pax
Rose from the fartsacks
And gathered in the Gloom of Stride.
With a quick prayer
Mac did declare
The route which will be tried.
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Knowing they will
Find a big hill
In the route that was devised
But what to do
When you find two
And your legs are in for a surprise.
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On the way down
Nary a frown
As we kept a breakneck pace
But going back up
Was gonna be tough
With a distortion on every face
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One Pax split
To take a <ELVIS>
And found the local IHOP
No one is named
To save the shame
But his disk may have of had a flop.
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On the way back
The Floppy-less Pax
Ran without a sound
Back at the flag
Cat out of the bag
Elvis needed to be found
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Upon his return
His ears did burn
The jokes had already begun
It’s not a sin
He said with a grin
But y’all missed all the fun
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A bird tried to flee
His trip to KFC
Prior to his demise
Hit with a splat
And rendered flat
Was the decision really unwise
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A COT
A BOM
This is almost complete
All we need now
Some ice and a towel
Time to soak my feet.