My sister from Clio, MI just sent me this:

A Michigan Poem
 
It's winter in Michigan
And the gentle breezes blow.
Seventy miles an hour,
At thirty-five below.
 
Oh, how I love Michigan
When the snow's up to your butt.
You take a breath of winter air
And your nose gets frozen shut.
 
Yes, the weather here is wonderful,
So I guess I'll hang around.
I could never leave Michigan
'Cause I'm frozen to the ground!

Don S.