The sun is off having fun with Jack,
In Spring, with bright blue blustery skies,
With new green grass as the old year dies,
Gone to New Zealand, not looking back.
The days are lengthening down the track,
And warm November brings butterflies,
And early mornings antipodize,
The sun shines merrily, off with Jack.
I can’t pretend that I think it’s great
When it’s four o’clock and the sky’s pitch black
But it’s only fair that I hesitate.
If the sun were here, it would be their lack,
So we all take turns having sunshine late.
The sun’s on holiday, down with Jack.
16th November 2023
