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The Yeti


Climbing, climbing to the top

The climbers seem to never stop

The altitude makes their ears go "pop"

 

On the top of Mt. Everest

Legend says it is the best

For those who are willing to take the test

 

On the top, covered in snow

Lies a creature only few will know

Whose eyes seem to glow

 

Each season the climbers seem to disappear

The reason is never truly clear

Somehow it happens year after year

 

 

The thought can make one pretty sweaty

Come to find it was just the yeti

He wanted to learn to make spaghetti

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