Don't think I'm eligible anyway, and this is more of a song than a poem, but it's snowboarding related.
And I figure if I lower the bar enough, people won't feel as reluctant.
I wrote this song for my wife over the course of my Whistler vacation last year, sung to the tune of "Rawhide":
Waiting, waiting, waiting,
Though the light's abating,
Keep the hubby waiting,
Through makeup, prep and dressing,
with my mind she's messing,
Wishing that she would move her ass.
All the things I'm missing,
To be up there I'm wishing,
Instead, I'm waiting for my bride.
Move your ass, get it done,
Put it on, leave it here,
You look fine, check the time,
It's ok, you're not fat,
That'll do, just wear that,
Let's go now, get some pow,