Consumer guide

In January I buy lingerieto chase the winter blues from mewhen Feb arrives it’s swimwear time& thoughts of blue sea foreign climesMarch & April slip past fleetinglysummer dresses hung with winter wearbut May time’s full of flower’s sweet bouquetthe lambs are fattening in green fieldsJune July & August pass in hopethat this year will be a heat wavesun sublime just like St Tropezwithout the priceSeptember’s time to take the trainor boat or even plane to run awayfrom the thought of Winter wearanother year, another thermal vestto hide the lingerie I bought in January

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