LIMERICKS AND STUFF By Leigh Collin Brandt
Saturday, January 24, 2026
TOBOGGAN RIDE, WHEN BUDDIES CRY
My bestest buddy and I went for a toboggan, downhill ride,
I could feel right away, the cold, crispy air, singe my facial hide,
We went really fast,
The ride did not last,
We missed a tree, but the toboggan flipped over; it hurt, we cried.
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