With my finger on the map I paced
I climbed Helvellyn, fell off Striding Edge
Spent a lifetime hanging off a ledge Meanwhile our kind teacher twittered on
Thomas Hardy, Hopkins., we were numb
She never mentioned she saw my escape
The way the nuns hurt me, the bitter rape
I slipped on High White Stones and almost dropped
My feet were dangling off the fearsome rocks
No-one knew for I was climbing last
Know me please but never learn my past
How quickly life has run since I could climb
Now I merely sit here draped in rhymes



