Te poho o Rawiri Marae
Kiaora, my name Maximus and last week we stayed at a
marae sounds scary because of those carvings at night
they gave me the hebe-jebes. But apart from that it was fine, splash sploosh splat I cleaned my hand, the tap was as shiny as gold. I dried my hand in the blow dryer it was as hot as fire. I was running back to my group when I saw the slippery floor it was as slippery as a banana peel so I pulled back on my brakes, so close I could have slipped PHEW. Bang boom
