Sent to me by a friend
It's winter in Kansas
And the gentle breezes blow
Seventy miles and hour
At twenty five below
Oh how I love Kansas
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 Kansas
My ass is frozen to the ground
1 comment:
Oh man... talk about honesty in poetry... :-)
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