Today’spoem

SEASONALLY AFFECTED DISORDER

The days are getting shorter, Leaves are falling from the trees. I shake the mothballs from my winter coat, I’m getting SAD disease. I test the central heating, Find the tube of Wintergreen for my knees, Locate my Winceyette pyjamas. I’m getting SAD disease. I unearth my gloves and muffler, I can’t bear an icy breeze. I find my cherry lip balm. I’m getting SAD disease. I stock up at the chemist, And buy cough sweets in packs of threes. The chemist says: ‘Are you unwell?’ I reply: ‘I’m getting SAD disease.’ This disease afflicts me every year And recovery is slow. Winter takes so long to pass But come the spring, it starts to go. I wish I could dodge the winter’s gloom, Oh, wouldn’t it be great To curl up in a little ball And simply hibernate. Mrs Anita Bass, Theydon Bois, Essex.

...andLimerick

If you play cards in the bar And think you’re a bit of a star, Then it’s sad to report It’s not classed as a sport. That would be a bridge too far.