A Nebraska Poem That Needs Sharing

A poem sent to the Wife from her boss. Quite appropriate when you look out the window.

"It's winter in Nebraska

And the gentle breezes blow

fifty miles an hour

At twenty-five below.

Oh, how I love Nebraska

When the snow's up to your butt

You take a breath of winter

And your nose is frozen shut.

The Platte River is all frozen

and the ice is getting thick

avoiding ice jam flooding

will be this spring's really big trick

My truck is stuck in my driveway

but where would I really go

cause the roads are all buried

in four foot of wind driven snow

Yes, the weather here is wonderful

So I guess I'll stick around

I could never leave Nebraska

cause I'm still frozen to the ground!"