Well you bit the bullet on this one Bucko
You finally tipped your hand
The snow is flying, you’re probably dying
And there’s no place to stop or land
Fifty or better straight down the hill
Head over heels and then
A mogul goes crack, so does your back
Say goodbye this is the end
But wait, there’s more, not like before
This ride has more misery to send
There’s 500 feet left to repeat
All the humps and dips you’ve been in
Cold hard ice exacts a large price
It pounds and bruises within
Makes you aware that any who dare
Can start here to pay for their sins.
TC
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