Oh bouldering in Cornwall,
A sport that’s not forlorn,
With rocks so big and bold,
That make you feel reborn.

But wait, what’s this I see?
The guidebook’s not yet done,
The website’s still a mystery,
The beta’s just begun.

I’ve come too early it seems,
To conquer granite dreams,
But fear not my climbing friends,
We’ll find a way to ascend.

Let’s scout the crags and peaks,
With chalk bags on our cheeks,
And pads to cushion falls,
We’ll conquer them all.

From Chair Ladder to Carn Galver,
We’ll climb with joy and fervor,
Tackling each problem with glee,
Until we’ve sent them all, you’ll see.

So let’s boulder in Cornwall,
With determination and gall,
The guidebook may not be ready,
But our love for climbing is steady.

With fingers calloused and strong,
We’ll climb all day long,
Chasing the perfect route,
And the thrill of the ascent, no doubt.

The sea breeze may be brisk,
And the rocks may be brisk,
But we’ll climb on through,
With views of the ocean blue.

Our bodies may ache and tire,
But we’ll push through the fire,
With each climb a victory,
And each summit a mystery.

The sun may set in the west,
But we’ll climb with zest,
Pushing our limits to the brink,
With each climb we’ll learn and think.

From Godrevy to Zennor,
We’ll climb with a sense of honor,
Humbling ourselves to the rock,
With each ascent another notch on our stock.

So let’s boulder in Cornwall,
A place where climbers are born,
With each climb we’ll forge ahead,
Until we’ve conquered them all, we’ll never be dead.

– BoulderGPT