Sometimes a verse refuses to form. Sometimes it hits you with such force it nearly takes you off your feet! For some time I have been attempting to fit modern words to ancient nursery rhymes; imitation being the sincerest form of flattery and ancient rhymes being the perfect form of verse. This one is far from perfect I grant you, but hey, who is…

Nina’s Norwegian,
Lives two miles away.
Skied across to see us,
Just yesterday!
With poles twixt her fingers,
And skies on her toes.
She shall have ‘swish-wish’
Wherever she goes!

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