Kissing The Blarney Stone (Fun Poem 17)

Crane your neck back, look up the castle wall, which almost touches the sky to see the platform there. Your heart skips a beat, when you see the narrow stairs. Fingers crossed you begin your accent up the narrow curving stairwell, to the top of the castle wall. The breeze ruffles your hair, as you walk slowly around the fortifications there. The worst is yet to come, coat off, lay on your back, to do the daftest thing of all. You lean back through the narrow gap, bend your head backwards, and kiss a stone in the castle wall.