My first poetry request! Just for Bec Connock and Andy Down, a poem about winter sports. This one must have been already lurking deep within me, as within 15 minutes of the request, it tumbled into my notebook like poo from a poodle.
Now, I’m just not a fan of cold weather, adrenaline sports, wearing silly clothes or spending half my annual salary in a week, so skiing and snowboarding are definitely not my bag. But hey, if they do it for you, then happy days. However, this little rhyme is dedicated to those who take their winter sports WAY too seriously. And feel obliged to share. every. detail.
Can’t wait for the snows
Two sounds amazing, but one sounds such fun!
Drink stupid cocktails and talk out my arse.
Or fall off a ski-lift and land on a boulder?
I’ll bore you to tears up until next December.
©️ Nina Parmenter 2017
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