30s Thursday: Preston’s Poems™
By Preston Strout • Jan 14th, 2010 • Category: 30s Thursday, Features, Latest
5 Geographic Limericks
Your normal 30’s Thursday programming has been temporarily* replaced with Preston’s Poems™. I have decided to dabble in Action Sport’s Poetry! An extreme (-ly lame), cutting edge form of snowboard journalism/entertainment.
The following are five limericks inspired by The Man From Nantucket.
Bear.
There once was this man from Big Bear.
He had a perfect deep tan and nice hair.
To impress all the foxes,
He’d nose press their boxes.
And they’d lip slide his rail to be fair.
Salt Lake.
There once was a man from Salt Lake.
Who liked powder and handrails and steak.
He cooked on a George Forman,
and was totally Mormon.
And when he talked about both he would shake.
Vermont.
If you ever meet a man from Vermont.
Know that a nice halfpipe is all that he’d want.
But, if he’s in need of a cheer up,
Give him pure maple syrup -
or a plane ticket to go on a jaunt.
Seattle.
There once was a man from Seattle.
The Banked Slalom was his ultimate battle.
If there’s one thing he feared,
it was not having a beard.
So his face looked like the backside of some cattle.
Midwest.
There once was kid from the Midwest,
and he knew that he could soon be the best.
So he rode tons of park,
on small hills in the dark.
Then he moved, and we all know the rest…
*until further notice.
Preston Strout over the hill. In a good way.
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hahaha i like the salt lake one
I’m pretty sure this is genius.
im going to bear this weekend and cant wait to see if this is true
So there’s this zany dude from New Hampshire,
who can always be seen in his camp shirt.
With older dude rants
and p on his pants
he’ll always make you laugh that’s for damn sure.
genius.
how can one man give so much to snowboarding?
preston is rad
modern day ginsberg.
haha
hahahahha preston you are one funny man
Say hi to some dude from Eagle County
He reckons Vail truly holds his life’s bounty
Whether front-boarding logs
Or teeing up hogs
His taste for Beaver damn near makes him a mountie