Winter Poem
It's winter in Nebraska
and the gentle breezes blow
seventy miles an hour
at thirty-five below.
Oh, how I love Nebraska
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 Nebraska
Cuz I'm frozen to the ground!
Author unknown. Happy Winter!
