One day we set off
on a little trip,
oh Lord, to hike up
a middle eastern hilltop
in a madcap
attempt to find (on top)
a theatre of blocks
and yet no cairns of rocks
were there to guide or map
our way on up;
no arrows, dots
of paint - but on we stepped
(not at a trot)
without a single drop
of water in a cup
(to sip or sup)
and we didn’t stop
until we reached the top
where we three chaps
gave up
and stopped,
regrouped,
then clocked
we’re in the soup
and on that spot
we dropped
our cross.
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