As we stumble from shop to shop,

With back 2 skool bags slung

Over tired arms, filled with skirts

And shirts and bobbled tights,

There’s only one day left

Of this glorious summer, and yet,

The shops are filled with Christmas chocs,

Gift sets filled with bubble bath

And gingerbread lattes served in coffee shops

With Michael Buble singing quietly.

It’s here, it’s whispering through the Autumn months

And soon we’ll have to let it in,

Fight it all you want,

It will eat you whole.