Winter in Wisconsin

As I am experiencing my first winter in Wisconsin in 35 years I found this poem to be quite appropiate…enjoy.

When it’s winter in Wisconsin

And the gentle breezes blow,

About seventy miles and hour

And it’s fifty-two below,

You can tell you’re in Wisconsin

‘Cause the snow’s up to your butt.

You take a breath of winter air

And your nostrils both freeze shut.

The weather here is wonderful,

So I guess I’ll hang around,

I could never leave Wisconsin

My feet are frozen to the ground!

Have a great weekend!