Thanksgiving Through...
A red, orange, brown fuss
in autumn once more
as fog comes upon us
Halloween ghouls to the door
The trees turning yellows
rains tumult and pour
thunder bellows,
winds blow cold with a roar
and puddles they widen
until they're almost a lake
then out we need go
for the leaves we must rake
So we dig out our gloves
and we wrap round our scarfs
Then we shop for our loves,
friends and then some other halves
For Christmas approaches
but fireworks come first
as Guy Fawkes encroaches
kids pennies do thirst
Then it's time for the lights
as the children do sing
And Santa's nearly in sight
while the church bells do ring
Then Jesus Christ's birth
we will try to remember
the meaning of 'worth'
on 25th of December.
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