No sun, no moon
No VE Day parties like we had in June
No church to visit, although you see the steeple
No socialising with familiar people -
No hope of meeting them -
No unmasked greeting them
No travelling by train - no bus, no locomotion,
But why go out? You’ll have no notion
When everything is shut, all entertainment stopping
No point in going out - no shopping-
(Except by Amazon )
No pubs, no lunch - no afternoon gentility -
No company - no nobility -
No warmth, no cheerfulness, no healthful ease,
Just Zoom and FaceTime with your friends -
All those you really want to please.
But - planning walks and reading maps
Designing routes without mishaps.
For ramblers and assorted amblers.
So stuck indoors, good times you will remember
But that is all we can expect - this November.
But Grannies do not fret or shroud yourself in gloom,
The ‘ember months, though dark & cold are not all doom,
So just remember
This November,
There’s woods to walk in, leaves to kick,
Mud to squelch in, ‘shrooms to search for but not to pick,
Fires to sit by, chestnuts to roast
Pikelets and hot buttered toast,
This - and every November
And December
No VE Day parties like we had in June
No church to visit, although you see the steeple
No socialising with familiar people -
No hope of meeting them -
No unmasked greeting them
No travelling by train - no bus, no locomotion,
But why go out? You’ll have no notion
When everything is shut, all entertainment stopping
No point in going out - no shopping-
(Except by Amazon )
No pubs, no lunch - no afternoon gentility -
No company - no nobility -
No warmth, no cheerfulness, no healthful ease,
Just Zoom and FaceTime with your friends -
All those you really want to please.
But - planning walks and reading maps
Designing routes without mishaps.
For ramblers and assorted amblers.
So stuck indoors, good times you will remember
But that is all we can expect - this November.
But Grannies do not fret or shroud yourself in gloom,
The ‘ember months, though dark & cold are not all doom,
So just remember
This November,
There’s woods to walk in, leaves to kick,
Mud to squelch in, ‘shrooms to search for but not to pick,
Fires to sit by, chestnuts to roast
Pikelets and hot buttered toast,
This - and every November
And December
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