We spent all Thanksgiving week
At the base of Jiminy Peak—
A happenin' place to be that time of year;
Tall machines spewed plumes of white stuff
So the slopes would have the right stuff—
All that snow! and not a one of us a skier.
To conceal our disappointment
In missing out on the un-joynt-ment
Of careening down the mountain like a pro,
At the indoor-outdoor pools
We laughed at all those fools
While sitting in the hot tub…in the snow.
—Anon A. Mouse