Mod Diff V Diff Hard Severe Half Man Half Biscuit

Up on a ledge, I could do with chalk
I’d only gone for a sensible walk
I didn’t bank on espying your form
You said you were Yosemite-bound
You said we’d never get off the ground

I’m well aware it’s a love in vain
You’re a peak I can never attain
I’m so low-level I’m in the drain
Grade 1, loose scree I’m OK
Trapped on Cloggy though, no way

Mod, Diff, V. Diff, Hard, Severe
How do I climb out of here?
Half-past cragfast here I cling
Call me a blockhead, a shell of a man
Call Llanberis, quick as you can

Dreams are wheeling on thermals
Streams of thought gone awry
Schemes embarked on sent reeling
Whaling the tar out of me

Call out to the ghost of Kirkus
I call out to the ghost of Kirkus