I do not like ice

I do not like ice.
It's not very nice;
it's not very nice
at all.

 

I slip and I slide
when it's icy outside
and, upon my backside,
I fall.

 

Oh, I know there are skaters
who can scintillate as
they glide with the greatest
of ease.

 

But while they twirl and jump
I just land with a bump
and a thump on my rump
or my knees.