Monday, January 26, 2009

A Winter Poem

It's winter in MICHIGAN
And the gentle breezes blow
Seventy miles an hour
At thirty-five below.

Oh, how I love MICHIGAN
When the snow's up to your butt
You take a breath of winter
And your nose gets frozen shut.

Yes, the weather here is wonderful
So I guess I'll hang around
I could never leave Michigan
I'm frozen to the friggin' ground!

(I got this in an email.)


Misty DawnS said...

Ah yes... you know it's cold when your nose hairs get icicles ;-) Guess I need to keep on, keep on pluckin' ;-P

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Berni said...

Love it I pinched it and put my village in place of Michigan and sent it to a friend