WOOOSH!
As I go down the hill at break neck speed.
Once I undo my binding I surely need to push,
But this contraption is more than something I just need.
My one true love that I go swiftly on the snow,
Tis' my snowboard that is my love.
It may be dangerous I surely know
Tis' my snowboard that is my love.
Like a pancake on the the bottom
And rugged on the top
But I sadly don't use you in autumn
Even though I may and get a great BOP!
As long as I may live I will love so great
Tis' my snowboard that is my love.
I love you so snowboard you know I will never hate
Tis' my snowboard that is my love.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem