November Lies

"November is the most disagreeable month in the whole year."
---Louisa May Alcott

November mornings are rather gloomy. They don't have a Christmas, an Easter, nor Halloween. Nights on November are dull and pedantic, involving nothing but bare landscapes.

Novembers are rather unwanted,
-quick to arrive even quicker to leave, before the icy frost hits. Everyone wants a certain 'November' gone, for the new year to approach faster.

This is November's Rebellion.

A series of poems a certain cynical November writes, to disseminate his disdain regarding the world and the lies surrounding it. All the other months, are welcome to revel in November's greatness.

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"No, December, I am not jealous of you featuring in a Taylor Swift song!"

"January, we already had this conversation! I ain't stealing your head of house position! I just like writing poetry---"

"You're a lie, April--not 'your lie in April'. C'mon you're the joke of the year, get it? April's fool?"

"L'amour, dear July---"

"October's a sweetheart, I don't know which idiot decided to put up a scare fest in him. He runs crying to the bathroom, every Halloween‐--oh, it was a secret."

P.S: it's just a bunch of depressing, sardonic poetry, that a pessimistic November writes every month---SHHH! He claims he only writes on November morns! ( Lie spotted! )
Note: Written for contest purposes.