There once was a girl who went for a hike
She hit the trail on foot, not on a bike
She admired the flowers
And big rock towers
And after the day, it was good for her psych(e)
She wandered up and around the trail
Lizards following close on her tail
She ran toward the setting sun
The wind in her hair -- so much fun! --
Like an ocean breeze catching a sail
She looked to her left, and excitement arose
When she spotted a trail as narrow as her nose
Up, up, up she climbed
Anxious to see what she'd find
Anticipation swelling from the tips of her toes
At the top, the view caught her by surprise
The first hues of pink across the sky
She admired it for a sec
Then panic grasped her chest
As she thought, "where the fuck am I?"
She told herself it would be okay
And promised never again to stray
A half hour back to the street
(And a pretty manhole at her feet)
She made it home, poured a drink, and called it a day
Happy St. Patrick's Day! Remember, not all who wander are lost...but sometimes they are.
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