There once was a man from Aromas
Who penned really rotten, uh, poem-es
He came up with “Clink”
To make us all think
He had some great talent or skill
This guy had six beauties
We all thought them cuties
And route names so clever
They were exceeded oh, never
They roll off his tongue with a will
A very slow climber
At crags set the timer
Oh the minutes and hours he will kill
He once climbed at Pinns
But got thicker than thins
So he stopped, well er, mostly
Became silent and ghostly
And now we won’t see him until….