It's winter here in Wisconsin,
And the gentle breezes blow,
Seventy miles an hour,
At twenty-five below.
Oh, how I love Wisconsin,
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 Wisconsin,
My ass is frozen to the ground!
(Don't get me wrong, I LOVE winter, but found this "poem" hilarious!)
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