Snow Day

by Kenn Nesbitt
Snow Day

“Snow day!”
Fred said.
“All play.
Let’s sled!

“No school!
Just snow.
Way cool.
Let’s go!”

Fred ran
in shed.
Had plan.
Got sled.

“Go slow,”
Mom said.
“I know,”
said Fred.

Up hill
went Fred.
Down hill
Fred sped.

Sled streaked
on past.
Mom shrieked,
“Too fast!”

Snow blew.
“Can’t see!”
Fred flew.
Hit tree.

Sled bent.
Fred’s head
got dent.
Poor Fred.

He cried.
Now plays
snow days.

Text © Kenn Nesbitt, reprinted from Santa Got Stuck in the Chimney, published by Meadowbrook Press. Illustration © Mike and Carl Gordon. Any copying or use of this poem or illustration without consent is unlawful.

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