A MINNESOTA POEM
It's winter in Minnesota,
And the gentle breezes blow.
Seventy miles an hour,
At thirty-five below.
Oh, how I love Minnesota,
When the snow's up to your butt.
You take a breath of winter air,
And your nose gets frozen shut.
Yes, the weather here is wonderful,
So I guess I'll hang around.
I could never leave Minnesota,
'Cause I'm frozen to the ground.
Thanks for sharing, K. Now would be a nice time for you to visit, no? Hee-hee.