Beer, Fear, and a View

In Canada, the land of Banff

I climbed a mountain high

By “high” I mean I rolled my own

It’s best to clarify

I’m drinking in the mountain views

It’s magical up here

By “drink” I mean I fell a lot

I drank lot of beer

While hiking up a winding path

I crested there a hill

I saw some mushrooms by a bush

So sat a while to chill

I reckoned this the land of God

This lake beneath the peak

Upon a log I sat in awe

And said to God, “Lord speak”

Just then a mountain lion growled

Behind me where I sit

It’s standing there just watching me

I think I peed a bit

How strange the question heard within

“Is lying what I taught”

I yelled so loud the dead could hear

“OKAY, I PEED A LOT”

I stood and looked in abject fear

My pants are soaking wet

The cougar turned and scurried off

“Disgust” would be my bet

It’s then I started seeing things

Is this what mushrooms do

With lifted eyes, what did I see

The angels laughing too