A Wisconsin Poem: It's winter in Wisconsin, and the gentle breezes blow. Seventy miles per hour at thirty-five below. Oh how I love Wisconsin, when 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 Wisconsin 'cause I'm frozen to the ground.
- Size:9x12 inches
- Made from solid knotty pine
- Routed slot in back for hanging