Brought to you by Heather Dance

Well, I can't take credit for writing this poem, or even for finding it myself. I copied it off of Heather's blog (she's in our ward here in WI). I thought it was pretty funny.

A WISCONSIN POEM

It's winter in Wisconsin
And the gentle breezes blow,
70 miles per 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,
I guess I'll hang around.
I could never leave Wisconsin ,
'Cause I'm frozen to the ground.

I'll post more pics later today.