It’s oppressively cold here for the next week or so. What genius decided that this planet was habitable? Anyway, here’s a bit of poetry for the bitter cold. Feel free to add your own lines to create an even longer and more painful poem to read.
Winter’s grip of ice and cold is more than I can bear
As I rend my clothes in deep despair.
Now I sit shivering in my underwear,
Glad to not be completely bare,
And wishing I had even more body hair.
So I sally forth completely aware
That frostbite may require medical care.
But fear not for my general welfare,
For I awake and find it was just a nightmare.
Wait, no it’s not. It’s the freakin’ Arctic out there.
Bonus Content Alert
If you’re feeling lucky and want to risk extending this post beyond the poem and delve into the depths of Omaha, Nebraska winter weather and one-hit music wonders, then click to read more …
Just how cold is it? Well, take a close look at the extended forecast for Omaha, Nebraska.
Cold, right? But take an even closer look this time. See any patterns? Is it just a coincidence, or is the Omaha meteorologist a big fan of this hit song from the one-hit wonder band Tommy Tutone?
8 6 7 5 3 0 9 makes for a great song but a miserable winter weekly forecast.