After spending more then 6 years in Shenzhen where all the seasons seem the same or I guess you could say there are only to seasons, Hot and Not hot. I am now back in Canada where there are four seasons. So using the format of our resident Kindy teacher poet/ air guitarist impossible Rob Rocks, I have written a poem for all you people about a Canadian winter.
It's winter in Canada, Eh1
And the gentle breezes blow,
Seventy miles an hour,
At thirty-five below.
Oh, how I love Canada, Eh!
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 Canada