Poem

MINNESOTA  POEM


IT'S WINTER IN MINNESOTA

AND THE GENTLE BREEZES BLOW

SEVENTY MILES AN HOUR

AT THIRTY-FIVE BELOW



OH HOW I LOVE  MINNESOTA

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  MINNESOTA

CAUSE I'M FROZEN TO THE GROUND!!