homage to frank martin

The sunset last evening in New York was a lurid red, promise of an evil day today. And indeed, it's 4 degrees with 45 mph gusts after a shorts day yesterday. But hey, I'm not complaining— I saw that picture of the ice-shrouded lighthouse in Michigan.
   Almost every day on Facebook, the editor/ newspaper publisher of a small paper somewhere in the Ozarks posts a limerick, some are lame, some inspired, but the sheer volume is impressive—maybe 350 so far. Sometimes his admirers riposte with a verse of their own, but he usually shoots them down. Amateurs, after all. Anyway, as with most of us these days, the weather is an, er, cold topic.
Here's one of Frank's :

Surely it can't be minus three,
you have to be kidding me,
but when you can, please,
pass the antifreeze,
my coffee has frozen on me

And one of mine:
 The winter has gone berserk
Far beyond a quirk
Bundled up like a geezer
In a deep freezer
And the next day dressed to twerk

It's catching. Please feel free to submit one of your own. And speaking of catching, here's a website following the flu north.