A Sledging Poem – By Dad

Noses are red, fingers are blue
Sledging is fun (until you fall off)
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Lucy is a teenager
And all the boys have fled
For now she is a fearsome lass
Especially on a sled
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If you hear her coming down the hill
Just get out of the way fast
She’ll flatten you against the hedge
Unless you let her past
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When sledgings over, peace returns
And Lucy trudges home
Keen for warmth and food and company
At the end of a long days roam

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