Poets are working overtime
With rhymes ’bout autumn’s breezes;
But I am thinking just how near
Is winter and its sneezes.
This fall season’s costing me money, I fear
And that’s a long, long ways from nice.
For it’s too cool to be without coal, don’t you see
And too warm to do without ice.
Oh, September’s here and the bittersweet’s yellow
And that may mean nothing to you, my dear fellow;
But if you were wed and your wife nuts about it,
You’d go forth for hours and then come back without it!
(Optional:)
And that’s not the worst thing, and believe me, I mean it–
If you do find it, wifey dear thinks you should clean it!
by Ray Romine Friday, September 7, 1934
