My Pitiful Winter Poem.
It’s winter in Indiana
And the gentle breezes blow
Seventy miles an hour
At twenty five below.
Oh, how I love Indiana
When the snow’s up to my butt
You take a breath of winter
And your nose is frozen shut.
Yes, the weather here is wonderful
So I guess I’ll hand around
I could never leave Indiana
‘Cause I’m frozen to the ground.
3 comments:
MSN:
Now THAT is a VERY good poem...LOL.
(and so appropriate)
Got me laughing straight away.
Kudos to your insight (and that large cup of hot cocoa I know you've got handy)
Stay WARM down there!
LOL!!!! I bet they'd love that in Minnesota.
lmao......too funny
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