Under this pile
if you dig for awhile
there’s an oddly-shaped trailer
by a fellow ice-sailor

and a stunning ice yacht
the very best of the lot
is snuggled inside
hey! come for a ride!

i’ll meet you some day
in the middle of May
we’ll shovel some snow
and be ready to go

our runners will hiss
we’ll recover that bliss
and if someone should blab
of the skiing he had

we’ll unrove our sheet
tie a hangman’s knot neat
and hoist him quite fast
for a view from the mast.