GOBA fighting the hills
Monster hill 1, mile six. Goliath stood tall, to all he would call. ‘You can’t come up here. In you I strike fear.” But up we must go, everyone must know, every hill can be beat if you just peddle your feet.
Monster hill 19, mile 25. Up at the top I saw a mirage. Two angels in white waving me on. “You can make it. You can make it.” Peddled hard wish I was fit. When I got to the top wiped the sweat from my eyes, what do I see? Two ladies from ‘Snowy Creamery’ fresh milk they gave, off I went another hill to pave.
Then came Monster hill thirty three, thought for sure it would brake me. I looked at the top up in the sky, overwhelmed I began to cry. Off I went, legs totally spent. Half way up I started to shake, “Oh Lord what’s it going to take? Reached into my pack, out came a bottle of 5 hour jack. Up to top, not going to stop. Fist lifted high, point to the sky, laughing out loud, over you I have vowed. “Old hill thirty three you can’t beat me!”
Monster hill 40 mile 61, looming ahead another hill I did dread. Nothing left to give, looks like this hill must live. Up you I must walk, ashamed I can’t talk but wait what is this? Red arrow don’t miss, ‘take turn to the right.’ I guess old hill 40 was not my fight!
