The Autumn mist falls gently
on my window pane
Oh no, it’s condensation
they’re filling up again

I’ll have to get them cleaned
before the room it all fills up
With scents of mellow fruitfulness
of mould and other stuff.

It’s time to put the heating on
to keep away the chill
I pay by direct debit
so don’t worry about the bill

I like to wander slowly
down the supermarket aisles
Smell aromas from the foreign lands
piped in to make me buy

The Cider is on offer
it’s buy one get one free
For Halloween, a party
a gift from friends across the sea

This very modern Autumn is not one
that Keats would recognise
His water meadows are all filled in
with houses side by side

The only river rolling by
Is filled with shopping trollies
Plastic bags, beer cans and other man-
made follies

When he was young man
he could walk this Autumn scape
I fear that now that what is here
would cause his heart to break

All the mists that he could see
rolling round and round
are most likely caused by all those cars
gridlocked in the town

This is the modern world
and so much more the better ?
Full of pollution, dirt, and noise
and tons and tons of litter

I feel so melancholy
within my Autumn mist
I think I’ll take the modern way
go out, and just get pissed.

Someone will call an Ambulance
And that will get me home
Then I’ll call for takeaway on my mobile phone.
I’ll buy something off the internet
and maybe watch some porn
This is the very modern world

God help those who’ve just been born.

PJ.
©2019

John Keats ode To Autumn is a poem most of us recognise, well, at least the phrase “mists and mellow fruitfulness”.
Now it’s all Trick or Treat, and Christmas shopping!