I Cannot Leave Wisconsin

I am in Florida but a friend of mine from Wisconsin sent me this note in response to my invitation for him to join us:



It's winter 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,

Cuz I’m frozen to the ground.