The title explained itself to me at once. I think it's better than the one Monty Python came up with for Life of Brian.
You don't really need any more comment from me - you've had some great ones from other people - and I can't follow you into the intricacies of the skiing terms, but I think it's a great conceit which you seem to have kept up all the way through.
I'm not sure why we haven't been again since our first trip. There seemed to be an awful lot of palaver about the preparations etc. Maybe that was it. We did enjoy it, though, that one time. In Finland, so it was beautiful. I had (then) quite a good sense of balance, so I pretty much learned to ski on day 1 but didn't learn how to stop on day 3. Day 2 was really interesting. I ended up in the car park more than once. (Bounced off quite a nice BMW on one of those occasions.) Then there was the time I mistimed my smooth move from slope to ski-lift and was knocked to the ground by the next empty seat ...
Anyway, good poem. It works well.
Cheers
David
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