Tuesday, February 19, 2008

Michigan: if you're here, ya gotta laugh

This poem came this morning from one of those forwarded e-mails that my friend Bonnie sends:

It's winter here 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 my feet are frozen to the ground!!


Crafty Gardener said...

I received the same poem, except with Canada as the place ... seems very fitting to me!

Robin's Nesting Place said...

That's too cute!