In reply to Paul Saunders:
And some others...
heer i climed awl dae
in dee sun no wurk jus plae
an heer wil i sta
--climer hikoo
by Karl Lew
Penalty slack sucks
Remind me not to tease you
When I am leading
by Rex Pieper
the following was in response to an empty "test" post.
Yet, fear not friend: not all's in vain
For one man's loss is others' gain.
You've saved us, by your barren posting,
From words which may have sparked a roasting.
Many of us could learn this well -
To hit the "send" before we tell
Our thoughts on ethics, bolts and reefer:
Perhaps our posts should all be briefer?
Console yourself. When all is done,
You may have lost - but we have won.
by Vicki
The following may not be as funny out of context, but it was one of the funniest things ever posted on rec.climbing at the time. To sum up, someone named Zionwalls posted a pretty good, but badly presented, trip report. Some people critisized the presentation and refused to read it, other people applauded the TR and compared his style to James Joyce. The ensuing flame war went on for miles. And then, out of the murk, the following emerged:
Green Eggs and Slime
>Hello my name is Zionwalls.
>I've climbed on rocks and taken falls.
>I wrote a trip report and posted,
>tho I fear I will get toasted.
>It isn't long, it isn't short,
>I hope you like my trip report.
"I will not read your trip report,
I will not read it , long or short!
It hasn't any puncuation!
A product of a careless nation!
I will not read your trip report,
I will not read it , long or short!"
>Would you read it on a ledge?
>or hooked on a dime sized-edge?
"I will not read it on a ledge,
nor while hooked upon an edge!
I will not read your trip report,
I will not read it , long or short!"
>Would you read it on rapell?
>or on a climb that's named Green Hell?
"I would not read it on rapell,
or while climbing on Green Hell.
I will not read it on a ledge,
nor while hooked upon an edge!
I will not read your trip report,
I will not read it , long or short!"
>Would you read it on belays?
>Or in a bar on resting days?
"Not on belays!
Not on rest days!
Not on rapell!
Not on Green Hell!
Not on a ledge!
Not from an edge!
It hasn't any puncuation!
A product of a careless nation!
I will not read your trip report,
I will not read it , long or short!"
>Perhaps because it's trad, not sport?
>Would you then read my trip report?
"I do not care if your report
involves either trad or sport!
Paragraph's are what it's lacking!
You are no artist! You were slacking!
I will not read it at belays,
nor in bars on resting days!
I won't read it on rapell,
nor on 11.b Green Hell!
I will not read your trip report,
I will not read it , long or short!"
>But we left lots of gear up there.
>you could retrieve it if you dare.
>Perhaps the ropes could yet be freed,
>if my trip report you'd read.
>Use them if you climb the Prow.
>Free haul lines! Go get them now!
"I do not want your dodgy gear,
and not because I'm filled with fear.
Through written clay I will not plow!
I'll buy my own ropes for the Prow!
I don't care if trad or sport,
is the theme of your report.
I won't read it Zionwalls!
For though you have gorrilla balls,
for posting text in solid blocks
about your climbs on chossy rocks,
I still won't read it at belays
or in bars on resting days,
or while dangling on rapell,
nor while smearing up Green Hell,
or while resting on a ledge,
nor while hooking some small edge!
Paragraphs? It hasn't any!
Bad posts here are far too many!
You do not use puncuation!
A product of a careless nation!
I will not read your trip report,
I will not read it , long or short!"
>You will not read it, so you say.
>But you may like it, yes you may!
>An epic we got thru some how,
>I wish you would just read it now.
"Zion if you let me be,
I will read some, then we'll see"
......time passes.......
"Hey, I like this trip report!
It's not too long, and not to short!
I will read this on belays,
And in bars on resting days!
I will read it on rapell,
and when I try to send Green Hell!
I will read it up on ledges,
and while hooking fragile edges!
I'll even haul it up the Prow.
I'm so glad I read it now.
I really like this trip report!
It's not too long, and not to short!"
by Cat_in_the_Hat
The People of Nork
In the state of New Jersey,
In the City of Nork,
the climbing traditions had taken a fork,
There were those who would claim
that the Gap was just choss,
and perfect for "mixing", on ice covered moss.
The other contingent
(who used one inch slings),
said the "The rock it is sacred! Dont bash it with things!
Tho it isn't the Gunks
nor the New nor the 'Adirondacks
or the much touted valley called College of Cracks........
We much prefer climbing it free with our racks!
It's all that we have
dont abuse it at all
'Cause a crag is a crag, no matter how small!"
"We will hook if we wanna."
the Mixers retorted,
"With grubb hoes and warhogs, and bolts to be sported!
With pocket-torn daiseys
and gri-gri's all dented
we'll do what we wish 'cause the rock is fragmented!"
and they roped up and started to climb, half demented.....
Now the Tradrats were horrified,
their crag being scrached,
by the tools and protection with Mixers attached.
"It just isn't fair!"
from below they did call,
"Cause a crag is a crag, no matter how small!"
but the Mixers, they paid no attention at all.........
That is until one of them
high on the crux,
fell into the nest of some Warter Gap Ducks.....
now Warter Gap Ducks
though the name is banal,
evolved in the waste of a Love-ly canal.
Their nests are so air-tight,
their chicks are hypoxic.
The guano they exude is really quite toxic.
The leader was gasping
and holding his breath
knowing a fall here would end in his death.....
"A rescue!" he cried!
"I need one right now!"
but his partners below had no clue as to how...
Then a protesting Tradrat noticed the row.......
"I will help you."
he said "Tho' your ethics do suck,
no person should die in the nest of a duck.
We'll run up a rope
to that Monocot Tree
and from there we can reach him. We'll hurry! You'll see!"
And the Tradrats all hustled
and tied up some lines
with boyscout-like-deathknots all tangled like vines.
The fattest one rapped
first down to the nest
then tied in the victim and then rapped the rest........
and revived him with beer at the bottom. (that's best)
Then the Mixers said "Tradrats,
perhaps we are wrong
to gouge up the choss you have climbed free so long".
We'll wait till it freezes,
then head to the Gunks,
where the rock doesn't fall in such deadly big chunks."
So they packed up their quickdraws
covered with crud,
and drove off in Blazers and Volvos thru mud.
And as they drove off
they echoed the call,
"A crag is a crag, no matter how small!"
by Nathan Sweet