SNOWMOBILING IS GREAT, THEY SAY....

As I sit here pen in hand,
I've finally decided to take my stand.
Snowmobiling is great they say,
But for me it's been an unending day!

The great machine began its roar.
It coughed and sputtered and spout.
My friends were all raring to go,
Leaving me with no cop-out.

Off we went in a blaze of snow,
It's really a beautiful sight.
And I would be brave and really behave,
Then they'd never know of my fright.

Down to the creek we weaved and turned,
Twisting from side to side.
Balance and lean, balance and lean.
How to relax on this ride?

Through the woods we began to race,
With still another branch in my face!
Hang on, hang on, the next site in view
 Were miles of cornfields, and all the bumps too.

We jumped over bumps to everyone's glee,
But my tailbone told me this wasn't for me.
It's getting dark -- it's cold.  I'm sore and I'm tense.
To go home now would make the most sense.

But "No," they'll go on.
There's still lots of time.
There's more cornfields, more creeks
And more challenging climbs.

I hung on with fingers that seemed to be froze,
While my mascara had stuck my eyes to my nose.
These friends that I so wanted to please,
Didn't even know I was beginning to freeze.

Are those the city lights I see over there?
I uttered a little silent prayer.
But, just when I thought we'd be heading back,
They all decide to try a new track!

So later, much later, I crawled into bed,
Exhausted and cold, with an ache in my head.
Then I glanced at the calendar,
And I thought I would sing,
 
THERE WERE ONLY FOUR MORE WEEKS UNTIL SPRING!