MICHIGAN POEM
Poet: Unknown (But Boy is This Cute)
It's winter in Michigan
And the gentle breezes blow
Seventy miles an hour
At twenty-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
'Cause I'm frozen to the ground!
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2 comments:
Very evocative, I like your poem. I used to live in Minneapolis.
I like that poem. I do wish we had some snow down here. Just a little.
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