Krisis Torn (Swedish Explorer) Poem by Phil Soar

His name was Krisis Torn, a Swedish explorer of sorts
He wore a coat by north face, and a pair of cycling shorts
He strode off with a purpose, with a sled pulled by an elk
Left his compass in the car, and his backpack on the shelf
An hour through his epic trip, he took a sudden turn
Fell into a crevice, and said, “hurdy gurdy yurn”
The frostbite took his breath away, along with all his toes
If he had planned this better, he might have made it home