years ago went skiing
what was i thinking
bend them knees
bend them please
falling over freezing
covered in snow
its cold you know
body's cold as ice
thinking not nice
snow began to flow
my goggles did steam
erupting a scream
only practice slope
you silly young dope
eventually made olympic team
became new eddie the eagle
bearded resembled a weevil
getting on me skis
avoiding the trees
looking terribly feeble
swiveling, swirling downhill
passing jack and jill
photographers dream
with smiley fake gleam
thinking i did brill
everyone at end cheered
most however disappeared
now doing slalom gates
with my brand new l plates
most thought i was weird
well thus my conclusion to this
coming from olympics was bliss
in me best GB torn, tatty, ski suit
and the 12lb each ski boot
certainly no alps near suisse
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