Our resident poet, the Incredible Hulk, branches out from his usual haiku (Hulk-ku) form in this poem he wrote on Wednesday, in the depths of the Polar Vortex. The temperature at the time was -18 degrees Fahrenheit.
- When super cold,
- weather lady say “polar vortex”.
- Hulk no go outside.
- No long johns fit Hulk.
- Hulk nose hair freeze solid.
- Hulk watch TV,
- read magazines.
- Bake sugar cookies:
- brown sugar,
- old Christmas candy chop up.
- Hulk eat cookies.
- Take nap.
- Sleep now,
- in center polar vortex.
a cartoonist in Kekionga 