When I saw forty posts, more than I can remember,

I wanted fifty poems posted in November,

but November came and went into December

with only forty-nine posted in November

and I have to start all over again in December;

but November is a month to remember

for reasons beyond that it is the month of my birth;

for reasons of poems that give me great mirth,

mine and others by great friends of infinite worth,

friends of infinite worth.

Hey, I’ve already written two for December one

and continue to have a truck load of fun.