The Break

Oh, how I love to ski

Bundled up from head to toe

Until I broke my knee

Crashing through the shoddy snow

 

Coming around the corner

I was in the lead by far

Nobody thought to have a warrener

The speed was beyond bizarre

 

Ahead in a bright orange sled

I lay awake and text

Telling everyone about my swollen head

Wondering what happens next

I may never ski the same

But I will forever go down in the fall of fame

 

This poem is about: 
Me

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