In Parliament, the Minister of Mists and Mellow Fruitfulness announces,
that owing to inflation and rising costs
there will be no Autumn next year.
September, October and November
are to be cancelled,
and the Government is to bring in
the nine-month year instead.
Thus will we all live longer.
Emergency measures are to be introduced
to combat outbreaks of well-being
and feelings of elation inspired by the season.
Breathtaking sunsets will be restricted
to alternate Fridays, and gentle dusks
prohibited. Fallen leaves will be outlawed,
and persons found in posession of conkers,
imprisoned without trial.
Thus will we all work harder.
The announcement caused little reaction.
People either way don't really care
No time have they to stand and stare
Looking for work or slaving away
Just another Autumn day.
I am late with my monthly musing as himself and I have been holidaying in the glorious countryside of North Wales. The photo was taken just down the road from where we were staying. The poet hails from nearer to home ~ Roger McGough is from Liverpool. He writes some delightful and often humorous poetry. I thought that this one was quite apt, given not only the season but also the fact that government spending cuts are very much in the news at present. Fortunately the cancellation of autumn is not on the agenda ...........