SASKATCHEWAN POEM

It's winter in Saskatchewan
And the gentle breezes blow
Seventy miles an hour
At twenty-five below.

Oh, how I love Saskatchewan
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 Saskatchewan
'Cause I'm frozen to the ground!

*****

And I thought the winter here in Toronto is a bitch...:)

submitted by Ernesto de Leon,

sketch by  Vic Costes...:)