SKIING LIMERICKS

"My dad only has 5 mil"

That is what I said on the hill

As I punched RMU

I had no clue

That his daddy drove a lambo
 
There once was a hill called COC

A number of fights it did see

Rich Canadian folk

Just a bunch of blokes

Arguing about there daddy's money
 
There once was a guy named Keith

His posts they came in threes

As downvotes ensued

All he could do

Was ask Bishop to delete
 
Like half of you don't know what the fuck a limerick is apparently...go back to middle school.

I once dreamt of a whole squad of moles

who put tobacco in their bowls

they piff'd all of summit

who else would have done it?

But the hoodrats that ski without poles.
 
A young man named tanner dropped in

To the gap that chad christened

He went for switch 9

O'er the remnants of a mine

That's how his ankles were broken
 
There once was a man called McVeigh

Who's buddies had named him McSlay

He's known for his butter

Considered a nutter

The control of his skis is cray-cray
 
I am a skier on the east coast

Vertical is not what my hill can boast

I must master the rails

Because there aren't many trails

In terms of pow, the east does not have the most
 
There once was a skier called Phil

And his urban rail game, it was ill

Had effortless steeze

T-shirts down to his knees

And his show with his mate was quite chill

There once was a man, bobby brown

His legend spread far out of town

His slope game was money

Though he crashed out in sochi

And he's after an x games gold crown
 
There once was a sad young man

Oh how he wished he could hop in a van

To go shred the mountains

And jib over fountains

But oh how broke he is
 
There once was a legend, Glen Plake.

Only the raddest chutes he would take

His hair do stood tall, he never would fall

and hes probably cooler than T-Wall.
 
In skiing it's hard to get paid,

On NS it's hard to get laid

Unless you are spinning

so much that you're winning,

Then you'll have a biddy tirade.

Tom Wallisch does tricks the air,

Too bad he has so little hair.

I thought T was sick

'Till his latest ski flick

Where he took off his hat and 'twas glare.
 
"The Gospel of Eheath According to ILIKEFOOD"

A lovely young youth named Eheath

Was born and raised on the streets.

Once given a camera

He filmed spin-a-ramas

And now he can feed him self treats.

This is not the end of the story,

Eheath's life will be come far more hoary.

Now called pussyfooter,

With rising blood sugar,

He cant see his own morning glory.

But Eheath will one day strike back,

His prophesy tell us this fact.

He used to do tricks

and could spin off for six,

So be nice for day he attacks.
 
There once was man named mcconkey

his skill was so good it was wonky

no one like him could shred

we miss him cause hes dead

compared to him yes we're all skiing donkeys
 
There once was a van full of dudes

Between their toes fungus grew

Will Andy LJ

Skied across USA

They were called the TC crew
 
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