The tires on my bike are flat.


    The sky is grouchy gray.


    At least it sure feels like that


    Since Hanna moved away.


    Chocolate ice cream tastes like prunes.


    December''s come to stay.


    They''ve taken back the Mays and Junes


    Since Hanna moved away.


    Flowers smell like halibut.


    Velvet feels like hay.


    Every handsome dog''s a mutt


    Since Hanna moved away.


    Nothing''s fun to laugh about.


    Nothing''s fun to play.


    They call me, but I won''t come out


    Since Hanna moved away.


    By: Judith Viorst