A September Monologue

To awake on the 1^st of September

 With your breathe hanging loose in the air

Is not the most welcoming thing I can think of

I really do think it’s not fair

The coldness that surrounded my body

From forehead to tip of my nose

Is a notice to all and to sundry

‘Tis the end of the summer I suppose.

But the cold it soon evaporates

Replaced by warm September air

So I brush my teeth and wash my face

Get dressed and ruffle my hair

The morning turns to afternoon

And the sunshine warms my heart.

I breathe a sigh of contentment

And let out a little fart.

Careful am I not to follow through

Of clean undies these are my last ones

And I’m not quite ready to slip myself into

A pair of my winter long johns.

Soon I know I will have to.

But not from the mess I have made

But I’m saving my long johns for when it gets colder

And I’m shovelling the snow with my spade.