Ahem

I have now written this horrible poem called "I hate november" I hate myself for writing it. I used to love november. It was my favorite month. I guess it still is, but this one has sucked.
Here it goes.

I hate November.
It is cold and I have one.
I have only been on a walk once.
What is with snow?
Too much work.
I am tired of all of it.
All of the leaves are brown
and soggy.
The play
is a train wreck.
I only listen to sad music.

There, the end. It's sort of contrasting last year where the play was going smoothly i had less depressing music to listen to, went on a bunch of walks, more leaves were on the trees, the play was going well and was in good health. Augh. So now my favorite month this year is August! AUGHUST? no wae. This simply must not be true. It is a travesty. Yeah anyway sorry, I'm riding the Complain Train. Maybe I'll stop once the play is over and i stop getting sick.