Reflections on 2015.


January is the tidiest month,

As April is the cruellest.

But December is captivity

Wrapped gaudy, a nativity

Of wanton booze and richest food.

An alimentary digest-test.


February is the dullest month

As November is the dimmest.

But August, with its wettest week

Abandoned cricket, fields to reap

Of flattened grain, from slanted rain,

Leaves grandes vacances a dreary rest.

Clive La Pensée (11.2015)

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