Times in October

You could've kept your cold breeze. It ruins the sight of the beautiful color on the leaves. The haunted houses that I hate to the core. Where fiends with masks try to make my soul ascend. Though the lights and decorations on houses are quite outstanding. And I love the bright smile on a child's face as they run with their candy, soon to stuff their face. Pumpkin spice latte's drunk by women named Brandy. I took a sip or two and the taste also tickles my fancy. No more shirts and shorts, I have to throw on my sweater, But the comfortable feeling it gives maybe this is better. You ruined my weekends, with all of your sports. From every bar I pass I hear a cheer, I join in of course, pass me a beer. But please hold the snow it's not yet part of the show. And while I hate you October, maybe I love you just a bit more