Sunday, November 17, 2024

POEM FOR NOVEMBER

November
:

I don't recommend it.
One of out five stars. 

Gets dark early;
Temperatures are psychotic;
Too cold to swim;
Too warm to snowshoe;
Too much emphasis on turkey.

Football season;
Hockey season;
'Tis the season.

November is one giant hot flash:
Heat on in the morning;
Airconditioning on in the afternoon.

Orb in the sky, 
Full and shiny,
Mooning the people below -
"It's as cold and barren
Down there
As it is up here."

If November had one
(And only one)
Thing
To tell us,
It might be this:

Cranberry sauce is
Better in the can.