Max-Fly
by Maxwell Leith



There was a young man from Nyack
whose boomerang wouldn't come back
when it finally came down
twenty miles from the town
it landed in East Hackensack.

Limericks
by John Whitehead



In my shop I can usually be found
When the snow completely covers the ground
Boomerang making is fun
But *throwing* is number one!
But I can't 'cause I'm seriously snowbound

I can't wait until warm weather is back
So I can pull booms from my pack
Giving booms a good heave,
I'll never want to leave
But of snow right now, there's no lack!

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