I do not like choss in the heat.
I do not like my swelling feet.
I do not like baked lichen smell.
I do not like to bolt and tell.
I do not like old routes with mank.
I do not like hard routes that crank.
I do not like those rap bolt thugs.
I like steep rock with nice big jugs.
I do not like my shoes too tight.
I do not like to climb at night.
I do not like that stinking chalk.
I do not like to climb and talk.
I like to lead and like to drill.
Sometimes the climb's a bitter pill.
I like to find the shady crags.
I like a friend that never brags.
My favorite days are short and fun.
Sometimes my phrase is one and done.
I like to bolt the water streaks.
Outside that path produces shrieks.
I like that grayish bullet rock
The mossy stuff can also shock
I hang on knobs when I can't stance
I laugh when
beano pees her pants.