Sunday, January 05, 2014

It's so cold it feels like Wisconsin

It's so cold outside, I just saw a teenage boy with his pants pulled up.

I must be in WI.

Somehow, this Poem seems entirely appropriate...

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

Oh, how I love Wisconsin
When the snow's up to your butt.
You take a breath of winter air
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.

Poem by Linda Motley, former Wisconsinite


On the other hand, I could be in Illinois. Why?

It's so cold in Illinois, the politicians are putting their hands in their own pockets


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