Month one A cold tone January Welcome snow Heater on show A warm orange glow.

Month two Still it is cold February Daylight longer I need a warmer Thicker duvet.

Month three The ides of... ...March. A little warmer Some rain And a pain Clocks hour gain.

Month four Chocolate April Easter eggs A warm bunny Am I.

Month five Getting warmer Its May A surprise, maybe A bank holiday The pub for a day.

Month six Its finally summer A very long day. June A month, no name You bet it rains Brits in shorts.

Month seven Its hotter And sweatier July, Sun, sea and sand Rain, sea and sand.

Month eight A tad cooler Warm for shorts Its August Week off? Holiday? Ahhhhhh Time off.

Month nine A little cooler Days close in September. Almost autumn Work returns Now to normal.

Month ten Then again A hour to gain October Cooler Wetter Those beans Its windier.

Month eleven Its cooling Nights close in November. Fireworks Noisey German markets Noisey Groan.

Month twelve Its cold Its winter Its December A groan Its soon over The new year Here.

Danny was in his tracksuit taking his morning run, twice round the block in preparation for a five kilometer race for charity when he ran past a couple of kids playing football. An overzealous kick a few seconds later and Danny nearly trips over the ball. "Oi, mister, can you pass the ball back." Danny obliged adding a tad more velocity to the ball. The ball flew past their heads into the Smythe's garden breaking the hat off a garden gnome. Danny smiled to himself, turned around and continued his run. The two kids, caught by Mrs Smythe who was wielding her broom, and got their backsides whacked as they tried to blame Danny who had disappeared out of sight. "Don't lie to me," Mrs Smythe shouted, "your ball, I saw you playing not five minutes ago with it. Your fault!" The kids, with a tear in their eyes picked up the ball and ran home, Danny had extended his run around the park. Smiling to himself, getting warm from the running, he came across an old lady whose shopping had fallen out onto the pavement. Reaching the old lady, Danny stopped and helped pick up the shopping, waited with the lady, Mrs Swiftly, for the Uber taxi he had phoned for.
When the taxi arrived, he helped Mrs Swiftly into the car, closed the door, waved bye and continued on his run. In the space of half hour he had gone from a mischievious naughty git to a good samaritan. Conflicted as to hom he should feel, Danny entered the house, kissed his wife on the head and went for his shower.

Jack a thirty-five year old man who is a drag queen at night was sorting through all his clothes when he picked up a blue crushed-velvet dress. A little shy of soft, the smell of the dress bought back memories of a great evening a few years ago. A club where Jack performed on a Friday night had a best-dressed drag queen competition complete with sing-off. Taking over two-hours to get ready, Jack slipped on the crushed-velvet dress. Being slimmer and fitter then, the dress conformed tightly to his body. Wig, heels which were a pair of black knee-high boots, Jack left his house for the club, Babbingtons.
On arrival at the club, getting lacivious looks from the punters, Jack registered for the competition. A couple of guys in their late twenties, each bought Jack a drink. During the second drink, the competition started. Jack wandered onto the small stage, with click-clacking heels as he shimmied up onto the stage and was introduced as Jacqui Juggs. Jacqui paraded around the stage with the other queens. Each one was scored by the judges on their looks and appearance. Next, the second part of the competition started. The dreaded sing-off including dancing. Jacqui's voice was strong but soulful and her fitness proved fruitful as she danced and sang energetically around the stage beating each of the six competitors she faced. The competition finished with Jacqui and her blue-velvet-crushed dress taking home the trophy and the five-hundred pounds prize money. One lip-locked Jacqui and the guy she had pulled left the club and headed home, happy.

Night goes dark Light loses the lark When birdsong goes Its eerily quiet.

A clear night Winter cold Summer warm Stars shine bright.

At night Spiders fright At a loud snore Run to pour out a web of silk.

Moving silently Through the carpet In the bath By a window Or room corner, The spiders spin Silk of web Web of silk.

The loud snore A human sleeps Fitfully Warmly No cheese A good dream With cheese Oh nooooooo A nightmare.

Sweats and shivers Wide awake A quick trip To the bathroom. Breathe slowly. Breathe normally. Return to the duvet.

Back to sleep In the dark, dark night These, modern times Theres a little light As a message appears bright On that blasted phone.

Nooooooo...... Woken Sigh.....not again By the ding The annoying ding Of the mobile phone.

What now? A dumb message Its two a.m. Sighs........ As a car screeches Noise!

Then all is quiet Eerily so Drifting off Under the duvet Blue and dark Return to sleep As the spiders Start their creep All over the home.

Deeply breathe Deeply snore Deeply sleep. No wake till morn And the annoying horn Of the alarm... ...honking. Night has gone Dark has left And light has come.