No sun - no moon!
No morn - no noon -
No dawn - no dusk - no proper time of day -
No sky - no earthly view -
No distance looking blue -
No road - no street - no 't'other side the way' -
No end to any Row -
No indications where the Crescents go -
No top to any steeple -
No recognitions of familiar people -
No courtesies for showing 'em -
No knowing 'em -
No travelling at all - no locomotion,
No inkling of the way - no notion -
'No go' - by land or ocean -
No mail - no post -
No news from any foreign coast -
No Park - no Ring - no afternoon gentility -
No company - no nobility -
No warmth, no cheerfulness, no healthful ease,
No comfortable feel in any member -
No shade, no shine, no butterflies, no bees,
No fruits, no flowers, no leaves, no birds, -
November!
Thomas Hood might have been being pessimistic (or resigned);when he wrote “November” but it’s closer to home than we might ever have guessed when with a very few changes he might have written...
(So with apologies to the poet)
No sun, no moon
No VE Day parties like we had in June
No church, although you see the steeple
No socialising with familiar people -
No hope of meeting them -
No unmasked greeting them
No travelling by train - no bus, no locomotion,
But why go out, you’ll have no notion
When everything is shut, all entertainment stopping
No point in going out no shopping-
(Except by Amazon )
No mail - no post -
No news from any foreign coast -
No pubs, no lunch , no afternoon gentility -
No company - no nobility -
No warmth, no cheerfulness, no healthful ease,
Just Zoom and FaceTime with your families
So stuck indoors, good times you will remember
But that is all we can expect - this November
but we certainly have our fair share hereElderly fellow gran has become loudly racist
Canard islanders tell Brits to go home.
