Friday thread (not quite Haiku...)

Oh small mountain, how I hate you so.
The fraction of trails, makes the crowds seem to grow.

This weekend, I had an affair with a mountain in Vermont.
Another thousand vert is all I really want.

As a realationship goes, we sometimes have disputes.
But you know, there are some positives that I can not refute.

For I can see you in the morning, noon, and again at night.
You truly are unique under the glow of the lights.

When I leave you, I can still come back to you and play.
But the reverse is not possible if you were my "away."

So maybe I don't hate you as much as I thought.
Next years season's pass is as good as bought.

laugh I did at the gaper's falling
insensitive you become after countless hauling.

Immortality syndrome I had in effect
now with a broken wrist I reflect

my season is over.....

Ow, I say ow
Fall from five feet up, land on my shoulder
Fall from two feet up, land on my ass
Choices, choices
Sucker for punishment, I go back again
Over and over again
Hike it and say hello to my friend Jack
Hit that shit again
Finally get my head up, stop looking at the rail
Look towards the trees, relax
Smooth, I say smooth

Ten times is money, Ka Ching!
Thanks, Jack