At five in a morning they scavenge about, Punters at a car boot sale Searching for bargains with torches. Why the lights? Because it’s still dark. Why dark? Because it’s SEPTEMBER.
September: the month when the kids go back To school. When bowls goes indoors, Snooker starts; Cricket draws to a close, As bad light stops play. Premiership football into its second month And Rugby Superleague into the Playoffs.
Telly programmes that have run all summer Grind to a halt And Winter TV takes over. “Question Time” is back Along with parliament, Though Boris soon closed it This year!
The nights get longer, Minute by minute And soon those leaves will turn That lovely golden hue: Ironically the mark of Death.
Thoughts will soon be turned to Christmas As we steel ourselves For another Winter. Halloween and Bonfire Night Are coming soon.
This year we have “The Brexit Deadline”, A new distraction Drawing our eyes away From the eternal passage Of time.