November

The clocks have gone back
and we’ve lost an hour at night.
We come home in the dark now
instead of the light.

The weather is grim,
it’s damp and it’s so dreary,
and I don’t know about you,
but I feel weary.

There is mist at night,
there’s mizzle in the morning,
the forecast’s saying that there
is a frost warning.

Oh how I wish that
we were back in September,
instead of misty, murky,
miserable November!