We humans think we're so bloody clever,
the peak of natural evolution.
Then how is it that we clearly never
learned the process of hibernation?

Do we enjoy the freezing snow,
cold rain in the face, the fingers numb,
the chill in the chest when the winter winds blow -
just enduring till warm days come?

We try to enlighten the dark winter scene
with some event always tempting near -
there's Harvest Festival, Halloween,
bonfire night, Christmas, New Year.

But everything's been commercialised
as just a temptation to spend more cash.
Tradition's changed when firm's realised
it's the perfect chance to enhance their stash.

Sure, fireworks may spark up your life
but its wearing, when you're nearly broke,
to have to indulge your kids and wife
and watch your money go up in smoke.

And it seems to me that everyone loathes
anything colourful brightening their day -
everyone wrapped in their dullest clothes,
black and brown and dingiest grey.

I'm fed up with cloud and drizzly murk.
I really don't want to get out of bed.
No way do I want to go to work.
Why can't I just stay home instead?

I feel like I'm getting too depressed.
I wish I could hibernate today,
settle down for a few months' rest
and sleep the winter away.

Attractive only as taboo;
elsewise a rather ugly view
when spread, so flabby vulgar -
a woman's precious vulva.