...about Chicago, and how much I miss it...

This lovely poem is SO FRIGGIN' FITTING RIGHT NOW!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

A Winter Poem

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

Oh, how I love Chicago
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 Chicago...
I'm frozen to the friggin' ground!