Sunday, November 29, 2009

A Canadian Winter Poem

It is winter in Canada
and the gentle breezes blow.
Seventy miles an hour,
at thirty-five below.

Oh, how I love Canada,
when the snow's up to your butt.
When 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,
For I could never leave Canada,
cause I am frozen to the ground...

Merry Christmas!

Sir Richard & Family

No comments: