Please cite all poem references: “Excerpt from ‘Suzie Bitner Was Afraid of the Drain’ by Barbara Vance.” Thank you!

The Very Best Climber

I’m the very best climber you ever did see;
I climbed by myself to the top of this tree.
I mounted the base and ascended some more,
Then paused halfway up ’cause my arms just got sore.
And, once I was rested, I scaled higher still
And was feeling quite proud, as this sport takes some skill.
I shimmied myself all the way to the top;
There was no more to climb, so I chose then to stop.

But now, as I look out from such a great height,
I find that my stomach does not feel quite right.
The excitement I’d felt, I must meekly confess,
Has now been replaced with a shocking distress.
I’m thinking a ladder might just do the trick;
If somebody has one, please bring it here quick!
I’m the very best climber in all of our town,
But the one skill I’m lacking is how to get down.

Excerpt from the poetry collection “Suzie Bitner Was Afraid of the Drain”

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