A Writing Contest

The year was two thousand and nine,
And everything was all going fine,
But something was odd,
Tee Kay Cee was bored,
So she decided to sign off and climb.


She climbed all the trees,
From Rata to Beech,
Always she got to the top,
And never would she stop,
Until she defeated the beast.

That tree was the biggest,
The baddest, the best,
And it had never been climbed before.

So she trained and she trained,
Through sleet and through rain,
Until she was ready to climb.

That tree was enormous
Over fifty feet more
Than any tree she'd climbed before.
She latched onto a branch,
And made her up by the inch.

It took her a year,
But she made it there,
All the way to the top.
She looked at her feet,
And almost lost her eats,
As she gazed at that deadly drop.

She made her way down,
And with a frown,
Said "I'm going back to the web.
The people are kind,
and my cookies divine,
And I'm less likely to drop to my death."

So now it is twenty eleven,
Two years spent away from her oven,
TKC is back,
And starting to bake,
For her wonderful charity kitchen!