November: An Acrostic
N is for November, the month that eats my brain.
O is for Onion, who cuddles away the pain.
V is for the viruses I think I contract.
E is for the early bedtime I should enact.
M is for a dirty word that I will withhold.
B is for bitch, but, better, it's also for bold.
E is for my energy, as strength is a must, because
R is for roaring, with which I'll bring spring or bust.
I've devolved into rhyming acrostics organized around the theme of seasonal depression. Send help. And I don't mean a reliable metronome and a rhyming dictionary.