Little Poem of Buffalo

I don't know if you know the Houser Family. Michael Hauser was badly wounded by a suicide bomber in Iraq. He was sent to Germany and his family joined him shortly after and stayed in the fisher house. I got in contact with Raymond Hauser (Michaels Dad) via Soldiers' Angels. Raymond is always sending funny emails. Poems, Pictures, whatever you can think of. I love his emails because they always give me a chuckle.

Today he sent a little poem and I would like to share it with ya'll:

It's winter here in Buffalo

And the gentle breezes blow,

Seventy miles an hour,

At twenty five below.

Oh, how I love ole' Buffalo

When the snow's up to your butt.

You take a breath of winter air,

And your nose freezes shut.

Yes, the weather here is wonderful

So, I guess I'll hang around.

I could never leave ole’ Buffalo

Cause I'm frozen to the ground!