Round and round the ragged rock
The ragged rascal ran
He knew not of the point o it
Or how he had began

The rock it was enormous
And though he'd only been round twice
It felt like several days had passed
The sun set at least thrice

On and on he kept
Unwilling to maintain But unable to stop
On this vast remote empty beach
Around that ******* rock

His beard it grew
His feet they blistered
But round and round
He still persisted

There was a lady somewhere
Outraged her care worn thin
But that can't be it surely
What was driving him?

He wore a rut into the sand
That became a trench
Had she put a curse on him That cruel vindictive witch?

He limped now in agony
Circuiting his narrow canyon
Till a freak tsunami wave
Gave him peace
And drown him.