SNOWSHOE

From my bed I roll out
To watch snow blowers spewing out
Upon a winter wonderland,
To gobble the grub at hand,
And ski if I'm feeling stout.

Though it is a real scooter,
I hate to wait for Lift Ballhooter.
Northwest Territories runs are fine.
Their lift has hardly any line.
For them I am a rooter.

Being a person of good cheer,
At Snowshoe I like to volunteer.
I reckon I can tout it,
For I find there's nothing about it
That anyone should fear.

Snowshoe strives to deserve us.
Free buses up there serve us.
They facilitate our skiing
Sometimes in conditions interesting
Which, if known, might make folks nervous.


(I'm well pleased with Snowshoe Ski Resort where our second home is.)