Wall, wall, wall, What have we here? Ten feet high, With a face so sheer.
Bricks ruddy red, And topped with glass shards, "I wonder what's behind it?" This most immovable of guards.
I am not above scaling it, And not below a tunnel - But this is no easy Everest, It is no merry chunnel.
I suppose there is a door somewhere, A secret nook or key, But I cannot locate the means, Of which, would grant Unimpeded entry.
Which leads me back to my foe of old, This build which hinders it all, "Oh bother and drat!" In fury I spat, "If it weren't for this bloody wall!"