There once was a rider named Freddy, Whose board was always at the ready. Through powder and trees, He carved with such ease, For shreddy was Freddy’s pure steady. The mountain his canvas, the slopes his delight, Each run was a dance from morning to night. No fancy escapes, no need to impress, Simply the pleasure of riding—his happiness.
Share this post
Shreddy Freddy
Share this post
There once was a rider named Freddy, Whose board was always at the ready. Through powder and trees, He carved with such ease, For shreddy was Freddy’s pure steady. The mountain his canvas, the slopes his delight, Each run was a dance from morning to night. No fancy escapes, no need to impress, Simply the pleasure of riding—his happiness.