Today’spoem

(With apologies to poet Thomas Hood)

No sunburnt skin — no buzzing bees. No airport queues — no pollen sneeze! No mad March winds — no April showers, No mowing lawns — no pruning flowers. No traffic jams — no feeling faint. No legs to wax — no toes to paint! No bikini body — no salad days, No designer shades — no summer haze. No barbecues — no charcoal suppers. No piles of plates — no washer-uppers! No spring cleaning — no Christmas cooking. No washing windows — no one’s looking! No silly season — nothing strange. No resolutions — no need to change! November! Julie Marie Tomkins, Leeds.

NOVEMBER