Commas unfold,
As fragrance withhold,
November is written in bold,
Chrysanthemums are sold,
Please come with your behold.
Charming birthdays,
Misty mornings sketchy sky ways,
Fireflies flashes tendersome essays,
Good Lord remember the runways,
To the depth of starbays,
Into the realm of the moon rays.
Folding November,
With Littlest to remember,
Country songs withers a member,
Echoes of a good bold old gold November,
Besides a number written ember,
Merry Christmas, hello December.