Sunday, October 23, 2005

Why I hate Fall

No more burgers on barbeque grills
Too cold, with early morning chills.
No more biking on the Douglas trail
Instead, stuck at home, writing emails.
Leaves have turned yellow, then
stool-brown
And soon, there won't be any around.
Changing of the seasons, a miracle in the making,
Perhaps, but Gawd, HOW I HATE RAKING!
Trees become bare, skinny like Kate Moss
Makes me wanna tell Mother Nature: Up Yours!
For I know, the misery that is to follow:
5 months of nothing but f*cking snow!
But instead, I tell myself, to grin and bear it.
To be patient, and to tolerate.
Who knows, what may be in store this winter?
Maybe Santa will bring me a spinster.