When melancholy autumn comes to Wembley
And the poplars by the stadium are trembly . . .
Autumn this year promises to be an interesting one, in the Chinese curse sense, so at the risk of sounding like the traditional school teacher announcing an essay for pupils after the summer holidays, that wily dog LUPO’s setter invites your thoughts on the season, melancholy, mellow, merry, sombre, sinister, saucy, parodic, persiflageous, pandemical, or what you will. By the 23rd November, please, in up to 28 lines, though, as always, short is also sweet.
All over now, but keep things humming –
December First next issue's coming.