Poem: Harry’s Skis

My old neighbour, Harry McKnees, Fashioned himself some marshmallow skis, And decided to hit the slopes.   But poor old Harry didn't know, It's better in winter with plenty of snow, If you want the skis to run fast.   So he climbed to the top of Breakneck Rock, His skis tied up with a... Continue Reading →

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