Ice and Fire

(I submitted this for a Limerick contest some time ago. The first paragraph was given. In general I write poorly when write for contests and stuff, but this one is ok I think.)

Adi-dasa the ever-ambitious sadhoo
Burnt his feet walking the fire bed through
So the next time, he ran on the coals
With hidden padding on his soles
And invented the first ever sports shoe.

Nevertheless, the experience left a bitter taste,
And dread of the mob made him leave in haste;
Yet, to go where he could not be seen
Meant going where he had never been,
So he headed for the snowy Himalayan wastes.

The snow vexed him to no end,
And he thought his bones would break if he tried to bend,
But he had God to thank
As he found a wooden plank
When the rocks had no shelter to lend.

But he’s clumsy, the old fella,
And when carrying the makeshift umbrella,
He slipped and slid down the slope
But he clutched the plank as his only hope,
And he had a snowboard, voila!

He reached a camp with his robes rent,
And all of his courage spent.
But to protect his modesty
He had to look for clothes, hastily,
But dared not approach a tent.

So he fashioned some with leaves and root,
And even made a cap, to boot.
Thus attired, he sauntered to the campfire,
Happy to be out of straits so dire,
And answered strangers with the whole truth.

Alas, not a single soul believed what he said,
And he became so angry his face went red.
Cursing the human spirit so vile,
Not knowing he’d started a new style,
He retired to his cold stony bed.

The man who hated ice and fire
And was the world’s most honest liar
Had made the most marvelous creations
That became the crowd’s passions,
Fashions of which they would never tire.