A crap poem (November)
A small blanket of black covers the Earth
My heart sinks lower in my chest
Immunity awaits the onslaught of Winter germs
Tissue sales rocket as handbags and offices get stocked
Smaller ones search skyward for snow
Excitement builds as Yuletime approaches
Shopfronts display a waterfall of Christmas
Poppies adorn proud chests
Large piles of burnable rubbish are checked for hedgehogs, and lit
Cramp becomes a regularity
Chilblains too
2-11-17
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