Sunk & Disorderly Poem by Bev Haigh

I've got these Winter blues
That crept upon my being
The nights are dark and very cold
So cold I keep on peeing

This seasonal disorder
That sneaked up very quickly
Makes one feel so very low
And even sometimes sickly

These dismal, dark and gloomy nights
Cause a miserable facial expression
They make one want to stay in bed
Gives great feeling of depression

I think I'll now take to my bed
My brains gone all defective
Apparently I'm suffering ‘SAD'
A disorder that's affective!

So now I'm going to hibernate
Lie in a dormant state
Wake me when the Sun comes out
By then I'll be feeling great!