You all should know my aim:
To hit the lasting fame.
I wasn’t made a lame,
Not, at present, Old Dame,
And great prizes could claim…
Men who to Peaks lay claim
Forget not strength would wane:
The once fleshy turns “Cane”
Exciting bubbles ‘Pain’,
Much labour “Little Gain”
The Sane “A bit insane”:
Soon, Towing Van with Crane…
Not washed away by Rain
Here, there or...
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