Motley

Our crew is motley.
We are a range of ages and BMIs,
A farmer, a teacher, a barmaid, a sawmiller.
Yet our enthusiasm is undaunted,
Despite our reservations about abseiling
We waddle precariously close to the edge,
And with words of encouragement,
" Stick yer thumb up your bum."
"Keep your legs straight."
"Come on now this rope has a breaking strain of 3000kg."
To fill in the long periods of trepidatious stalling.
By the  person, 'on rope.'
Finally a fat bottom is over the edge
They pass the point of no return.
A startled scream as the rope catches the edge.
And they're down.
With only a few red' words.