Ode to pink tricam poem, a classic and worth remembering!

I don't remember where I first heard this, but it's certainly good enough to share. Personally, I love the little buggers. No climb is complete until you sink the pink!

Ode to a Pink Tricam

Oh Pink's the one I love to place

when I'm alone way up in space

on some exposed and airy face.




They sink where other gear won't go.

When all you've got is manky pro,

This tricam saves your butt from woe.

But it's often hard to get them out;

They make your second moan and shout

And wave his nut tool 'round about

But that's why you're the one on lead

Your problems are a different breed

As long as someone does the deed…


"Oh quit your whimpering," you rumble,

"And get it out or there'll be trouble"

"Get to work now, on the double!"




Although it sometimes takes a while,

They do come out with vim and guile,

(or chiselling and curses vile.)




Pink will do what all the rest.

Won't do when they're put to the test.

Oh pink tricams are just the best!




-- Charles "Pinky" Danforth