The Skier

As I was skiing the mountain tops,
Down the hills, avoiding the drops,
The wind was whistling in my ears,
I managed to stash away my fears,
As I was gaining speed, going down,
At the distance, the lights of the town,
I felt the wind cold on my legs and thighs,
The spectators could not take away their eyes,
Oh the power, oh the elation, oh the trance,
Until I realized by sheer luck and pure chance,
That on the way down I have lost my pants.
xox
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