Wyoming Poem

It's winter in Wyoming
And the gentle breezes blow
Seventy miles an hour
At twenty five below.
Oh, how I love Wyoming
When the snow is 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 Wyoming
'cuz I'm frozen to the ground.
-Anonymous