I know it is unpopular
To mock our “love” for Fall
You can bathe in pumpkin spice
Just have yourselves a ball
Wearing beanies, puffy vests
Your Timberlands all buff
But to lovers of this time
I must now say, “ENOUGH!”
I don’t like Fall, no not at all
This season is the worst
It means that summer’s over now
Which makes my bubble burst
It means that winter’s on its way
And soon the cold winds blow
How can you think this is okay?
How can you love the snow?
Keep your rosy crimson fleece
Your fires in the hearth
I’d rather cool off at the beach
And bask in summer’s warmth
I say no thanks to falling leaves
To nights that make me shiver
Don’t offer me a buttered rum
It’s not good for my liver
Don’t ask me to show some grit
As in my house I pout
Much like Scrooge I’m crotchety
Refusing to go out
(If you haven’t guessed right yet
This poem is a romp
For I love fall and all its charms
And winter’s frosty pomp!)
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