WISCONSIN POEM
It's winter in WISCONSIN
And the gentle breezes blow
Seventy miles an hour
At twenty-five below.
Oh, how I love WISCONSIN
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 WISCONSIN 'Cause I'm frozen to the ground!!
jodi z "Rocker" Intrigued
- 15 years, 11 months, 11 days ago