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.)

4 comments:

Misty Dawn said...

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

bundleocontradictions said...

*snicker*

Tammy said...

Hehehe!

Vic Grace said...

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