Tuesday, January 27, 2009


A little poem my dad sent me.

Winter in Minnesota

It's winter time 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!
Is it spring yet?


  1. LOL Your dad is a hoot! Yup, is it Summer yet? We're gearing up for another nasty snowstorm. The Young One will be out of school for sure.

  2. I'm cracking up here! My kids are looking at me weird. Too funny.

  3. I'm snowed in, frozen in and more is on the way --- guess no one will have school tomorrow :)

    Did your dad write that poem? Maybe you got your talent from him. :)

  4. I don't think my dad wrote it, though he is quite talented at limericks and little poems.

    This poem is so very true here today. It is wicked cold!