The Poetry of Brian Langley
AUTUMN
Now Autumn is the time for picking apples
That have grown on the trees all summer long
And Autumn is the time for April showers
And when Easter time and ANZAC come along
In Autumn, many leaves turn brown and wither
And fall upon the footpaths of our town
Making them all slipp-ery to walk on
So be very careful that you don’t fall down
And Autumn is the time for chilly mornings
And getting colds that make us cough and sneeze
Its also when our government quite often
Increases many charges, tax and fees
Now I’m not keen on apples, I love strawberries
And rain makes fallen leaves all ‘ick’ with slime
And I don’t need additional expenses
Oh! - If only I could bring back summer time
© Brian Langley Mar 7, 2008