I took the boys a skiin’
Twas a Christmas gift ya see?
Twas all about the childern
And not so much for me.
And all was goin’ a proper
On all our trial runs,
The wind, the snow a swishin’
We was goin’ great big guns.
And then they stops the chairlift,
Begins to ‘vacuate,
It’s gettin’ pretty chilly,
An’ the day is runnin’ late.
It wasn’t such a great big drop,
‘Bout 20 feet or less,
By hangin’ from the footrest,
Maybe a dozen or less,
So here i goes an’ tries ‘er,
I’m sure this can be done,
By slidin’ down the skipole,
The battles E Z won!
So there i am a hangin,
An’ thinkin’ to abort,
When shore enough it happens,
The skilift gives a snort!
Hauled me up another bit,
Just enough to say,
Now let go or just hang there friend,
‘Cause here is where you stay!
An’ down below is horror,
A jumble a mountain rock,
The drop’s a wee bit further too,
And my arms are gonna lock.
My fingers start a slippin’
I grip the pole lanyard,
“Twasn’t made for geniuses,
Nor either lift retards!
So here i am in hospital,
Waitin’ for the doc,
To put the little pieces back,
An’ help me toddle off.
But there’s one thing about it,
To keep me satisfied,
I lost a bit o’ fearlessness,
But i still gots me pride!
Skulltripper 