Nature was fond of its rendering
Of September and October
The monotony of hot days were over
And a replica of October
Was one way to prolong the season.

So before the leaves fell
A fake was in the works.
Nobody need know November
Was a fake October
Not ready for snows and ice
And the bitter winds to follow.

The day will come
When experts will see the proximity
Of December.
Their discovery must be treated carefully
So the fakery can be admired.

L. Fullington

If you have any comments on this poem,  L. Fullington  would be pleased to hear them.