November by Thomas Hood

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Since I posted a poem last month, it’s only fair we read another poem for November. I think this one is witty and sarcastic, but in a nice way. Let me know your thoughts.

November by Thomas Hood

No sun — no moon!
No morn
— no noon
No dawn
— no dusk — no proper time of day.

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!

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