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For many it could appear perverse

To roam the Presidential Traverse

In spite of one’s physique,

The trek makes the limbs weak.

But for views one could do a lot worse.

There’s two hikers who tried to deduce

The factual existence of moose.

For years they saw tracks

and big piles of round scat.

Then saw one at long last on the loose.

Everett’s a mountain in South Mass.

and northbound’s not so easy to pass.

In the rain rocks are slick

And the fall very quick

So climbing it’s a pain in the ass.

A young seminarian called Jim

Walked to Clarendon Gorge for a swim

It’s a shame he’s a prude

Because everyone was nude

And they’re naked to partake in some sin.

There’s a certain Pole named Bob Mavic

Whose walk took a turn toward the tragic.

His stomach was a churnin’

And his mouth was a burnin’

But was saved by a box of Trail Magic.

The luck of two friends began to wane

When they reached the junction that’s called Maine.

The white blaze was so clear,

But alas it’s just here

That the marks for two trails are the same.

A man hiked the Long Trail on a dare

he couldn’t walk the length of it bare.

Bereft of protection,

he got an infection.

Now he lies in the ground without care.

On a hike up to Greylock tower,

two men were beset by a shower.

So intense was the rain,

that each step caused them pain.

But at least Bascom Lodge had chowder.

The view from atop Harmon Hill

has afforded many hikers a thrill.

Bennington lies between

sweet nestling hills of green,

and the sight makes one long for a quill.

There’s a certain hill in Fahnestock Park

that no hiker should climb on a lark.

Alongside Canopus,

It’s like a Colossus

from which some have failed to disembark.