R.A.P. WEEK-DAY THREE
Cool Georgia breeze blows as leaves of October fall,
Wood beams breathe boughs as I climb thirty feet tall,
I look down from the sky and to my surprise,
Water flows to the side tricking my eyes,
Walking over steps I crawl out on a rope,
After touching the tab I hung and I spoke,
"Sergeant, Ranger Gilbert Requesting Permission To Drop!"
Eyes on the horizon I hang, dangle, and hold,
"DROP!"
Into the water I go, my body shocked by the cold,
Those were the orders, I do what I'm told,
Again I climb, and I climb, and I climb,
Then I find sixty feet high that I'm going to die,
Wet grip cold iron I jump to my demise,
And I slide, and I slide, and I slide,
Emerging from the water I am still alive,
"Sergeant, At This Time Ranger Gilbert Has Completed The Water Confidence Test Consisting Of The Log Walk, Rope Drop, And Suspension Traverse Obstacle!"
"Roger That, Now Move The Fuck Out Ranger!"
"AAAAAHH--RRRRAAINNNN-JUUUURRRRRRRRRRRRR!"
