That makes me think of the "Iron Bartender" party my friend hosts each year...two teams, one secret ingredient...multiple rounds...fuzzy memories.
The best secret ingredient so far was miso paste.
I was wrong about that Briton
He gave your mitten to his kitten
who dragged it into the litter box
along with two wool socks
Let's just hope that cat's not shittin'..
The climber named Wally lost his mitten
Perhaps it was picked up by a Briton
who's wearing it now
and wiping his brow
wondering why the mitten's not fittin'
OK, here's my contribution. Annabelle, this one's for you!
There once was a climber named Bond
of her, many gapers were fond
She fondled her ice tools
Men swooned like fools
But she made it up Everest, that blond