Bernard Kennedy (20 May 1956 / dublin)
The trouble with the greasy pole is this,
its slippage demands, you stand,
on someone elses shoulder,
and tightly must you hold
the ankles above and maybe the shoes.
The one above too does the same.
The position is precarious,
should slippage come, and grip
and then like Icarus
The pole is not so good,
it is a greasy pole.
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