A Winter Poem

WINTER Poem



It's winter in New England
And the gentle breezes blow
Seventy miles an hour
At thirty-five below.

Oh, how I love New England
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 New England
Cuz I'm frozen to the ground!

Beautiful! (I'm not sure how New England rhymes with hour or winter, though... Must be some kind of New England accent!)