Matterhorn means mountain peak of the meadows
In a pyramidal shape, she has four faces
Her south face is in Valtourmenche Valley, Italy.
North, west and east faces are claimed by Switzerland.
She has regular avalanches
Her active snow accumulates into glaciers
Others claim they have their own Matterhorn.
There is only one, between Switzerland and Italy.
Triangle of Swissness
On a rage for softness
Bern of mythical sweetness
Legend of the wilderness
Echoes of milk and honey
Remnants of caramel chimney
One Matterhorn mountain peak
Nougats of Iron tweak
End of logo, rise in solo
Follow me and together we'll go
Over the mountains, to romance the snow
Ride a gondola lift to the great Matterhorn
Alsace-Lorraine to Château de Landskron
Love in the Alps on the French side of town
Lifted to heights, we won't want to come down
You'll feast on sweet crepes on Champs Elysees
Or take in an opera or the Paris Ballet
Under the snow moon I'd profess my love
Give you thousands of kisses and millions of hugs
I love you, I'll tell you again and again
Volumes of romance but I've reached the
End
My Everest, my Matterhorn, my Sinai
Towers in the distance above the land
Snowy crown soft white against the sky
How gracefully she reaches out her hand
And touches me, and I could nearly cry
So awe-inspired that I cannot bear
To turn away and finally say goodbye
And yet I know that she is always there.
Pink unicorn who is shaved and shorn
Was born in the land of yellow candy corn.
She adorns herself with purple ribbons proudly worn.
A torn meniscus and ACL makes her blue and forlorn.
Peach morning brings hope to lovely pink unicorn.
Matterhorn black magic in land of candy corn
Completely heals up the sweet Pink unicorn
Thunderous Matterhorn of a right hammer, reduced to a glaciered mound, lifeless by the side.
Champion crew creating a clever cloak, covering countenance. Once it drapes the eyes, the enemy can’t see him.
Ten hollow thoughts try seducing from just below the white feathers, next to his ochre head.
He reaches, to enjoy their coldness, to make sure there still there.
The glaciered mound lays dormant
for now..
Eyes glib from tree and nominous tree
Go barking with intent.
To foe itself in one-two-three
And leaphing as it went.
In black from shadow nail to nut
Bad rifle cock in hand.
Dick’s Turbin angry as a foot
Suspecting cross the land.
In ukulele’s uniform
A unicycle too.
Bi-dykles round the Matterhorn
With mouldy Irish Stu.
From vileduct out to craggy glen
Fat Andy takes his bird.
And crapping ever by hissen
A trumping sound is heard.
Gruff rozzers with their monty hunt
Watch ever closetful look.
And seeching on a Quakers front
Play handclap with a hook.
Through curlfew bends and spiteful leads
Half etched upon their heads
Mock heed within their harristweeds
Whilst plotting from a shed.
Go bootle up your bottlenose
You onion bread – you scab!
There’s nothing like a good repose
Two inches at a stab.
And if, in some unlucky pose
A match should strike its head.
We’ll light a Camel by its toes
And hump it on some bread.
The Mountain
The Mountain, it could be the Matterhorn, the Alps
Or any other large mountain around the World
But not all mountains need to be physically climbed
As a mountain can resemble a large personal problem
A stumbling block in the road of life that needs to be
Overcome by a clever solution, yes problems are mountains
They are a way of life for us, our brains can solve the easy
Problems, but there are others which are like mountains
Were you require assistance from friends or family
To solve these situations, man is not perfect and he has
No conception of the mountains that are before him.
A problem large or small can cause grief in some cases
These are the mountains that should be immediately
Climbed, it is our conquest to be the one who conquers
The mountain and become it's master and not it's slave.
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