I hereby dedicate this poem to Aj.... *deadpans*
They say up north it's bitter cold
I've never been there; just been told
There's lots of ice and dark and snow
And temps, they get sixty brrrrrr low
(Jon will think that that was a bad pun too, but this poem isn't dedicated to
him!

The sun's warmth seems to not be there
There are no hints of balmy air
The polar bears wear coats of fur
Even with those, shivers occur
The people are called Eskimo
(At least that's how the stories go)
A house of ice is where they live
Not sure how much warmth that would give
The day is night there quite a lot
It is a land the sun forgot
It's busy south, warming Aj
Up there, it's dark and cold and gray
The people there freeze off their butts
If you ask me, I'd say they're nuts
Why would they live in such a spot?
A land of which the sun forgot
I can't say I feel sorry, though
For those north people of the snow
While they freeze their butts and repine
I'm down 'here' busy freezing mine!