I was asked to write a poem about skiing,
Something I know little about;
I do know, however, it’s not for me,
Beyond a shadow of a doubt.
I know it’s a sport that many love,
It must be a thrill to be,
High up on the mountain top,
Waiting to be free;
Waiting to ski to the bottom
While gliding through the snow,
Must be an awesome feeling,
But I’ll never, ever know.
To freeze your nose and freeze your toes,
Doesn’t sound fun to me.
Inside the chalet, watching the fire,
Sounds like a better place to be.
I can’t imagine the thrill one receives
To make it down to the end.
It must be fun, ’cause they climb on the tram,
And do it all over again.
Skiing is not the things for me, not even for a minute,
But kudos to those skiers, who enjoy frolicking in it.
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