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chasm falls, cold, damp, enthused, falling in, fishing, wet
That day there was chaos at the chasm,
for a week – at the bit – they were chafing,
to head up north for a week at the chalet,
on enthusiasm this incident should be chalked.
Fishing appeared to be a game of chance,
however the outcome was simply charity,
bestowed on humans by The Chancellor,
to be told in various bars; as a chanson.
This scene soon became a wild charade,
as both men succumbed to chauvinistic,
hubris which lead them to take chances,
which resulted in a dunking and chill.
The story was overly honed and chiseled,
perfected, enhanced and choreographed,
’til it was modified into a legend; chromatic,
a unique, imaginative and glorious chimera.
© Copy written for what I will never know.
