In January I buy lingerie
to chase the winter blues from me
when Feb arrives it’s swimwear time
& thoughts of blue sea foreign climes

March & April slip past fleetingly
summer dresses hung with winter wear
but May time’s full of flower’s sweet bouquet
the lambs are fattening in green fields

June July & August pass in hope
that this year will be a heat wave
sun sublime just like St Tropez
without the price

September’s time to take the train
or boat or even plane to run away
from the thought of Winter wear
another year, another thermal vest

to hide the lingerie I bought in January