In reply to Chris F: No mention of the local one
You mean the Yeti-Wock?
YETI-WOCKY
(with apologies to Lewis Carroll)
‘Twas winter, and the mountaineers
Did stamp and stumble through the hills:
All frozen were the classic lines,
The Tower Ridge all clear.
Beware the Yeti-Wock, my son!
The Bheinn will bark, the claws may catch!
Beware the dinner plate and shun
The falling rock, the careless foot.
He took his trusty axe in hand
And risked the manxome foe,
So rested he at Minus Three,
And stood awhile in thought.
There as in numptish thought he stood,
The Yeti-Wock with eyes of flame,
Came cramponing through Minus Two
And murmured as he came!
One, two! One, two! And through and through
He thrust his axe and nailed the route,
He staked his claim and with a name
He came abseiling home.
And has thou slain the Yeti-Wock?
Come to my arms, you mountaineer!
O bright clear day! The white neve!
He chortled in his joy.
‘Twas winter, and the mountaineers
Did stamp and stumble through the hills:
All frozen were the classic lines,
The Tower Ridge all clear.