Sunk & Disorderly

I’ve got these Winter blues
That crept upon my being
The nights are dark and very cold
So cold I keep on peeing!

This seasonal disorder
That sneaked up very quickly
Makes one feel so very low
And even sometimes sickly

These dismal, dark and gloomy nights
Need slapping round the chops
They make one want to stay in bed
And ruins all the crops

I think I’ll now take to my bed
My brains gone all defective
Apparently I’m suffering ‘SAD’
A disorder that’s affective

So now I’m going to hibernate
Lie in a dormant state
Wake me when the Sun comes out
By then I’ll be feeling great!

©Bev Haigh