Dashing through the snow

on a pair of broken skis,

skidding on the rocks

and crashing into trees.

The snow is turning red

I think I’m almost dead.

I end up in the hospital with stitches in my head.

Screaming here,

Yelling there, Screeching all the way,

Oh what fun it is to rid in a rusted wire sleigh

Oh,

Screaming here,

Yelling there,

Screeching all the way,

Oh what fun it is to ride in a rusted wire sleigh.

A week or two ago,

I’d though I’d take a ride,

and soon the fates unkind

were seated by my side.

The sleigh was rust and bolts,

misfortune seemed its lot,

We ran into a boulder and my bones all got upshot.

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