Minnesota poem

[MR.hp]

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

Oh, how I love MINNESOTA
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 MINNESOTA
Cause I'm frozen to the ground:rlol:

[Z28SSMAN]

That poem was sad. Lol