“GO WITH THE FLOE”
It is no secret; it's the truth.
It gets quite chilly in  Duluth.
How cold you ask? Well, let me see:
My dog got frozen to a tree;
The languages we spoke at night
Were Centigrade and  Fahrenheit.
I'd walk to work, to stay alive
On icy streets too slick to  drive.
Momentum's what I seemed to lack:
One step forward, two steps  back.
Despite the cold and wind and rime,
I always got to work on  time,
Employing tactics a la Nome:
Just turn around and head for home.