Poem For Rob (The little fat bastard wot skied - a.k.a. TLFBWS) There was a man that I once knew Though five foot seven, he grew and grew So by the time he left this earth He'd cast a shadow both tall and wide Encompassing with a mighty sweep All of us here left to weep His friends and family he'd n'er neglect If any favour they required No mountain high enough (to ski down) No river wide enough (to ford) No challenge big enough for Rob Scothern to ignore He left us with this legacy His memory for us to keep Don't weep for his life forshortened Weep more for the chasms we still have to leap.