Nanowrimo poem 3 Sharp Sounds vs Soft

I’m trying to write a snatch of poetry, a limerick or even a full poem (unedited) every day for Nanowrimo. This one is playing with sound:

Sharp sounds vs soft

Derek took a hike, tackling the track to the craggy peak.

Not a delightful stroll for him, oh no.

No gentle, woodland, leaf-mould path meandering through a glade.

Never.

Cut straight to the point, always sharp.

Smart suit.

None of this velvet softy wool wearing.

Kicking and sweating to the top and straight back down.

Power shower then work. Work. Work.