HOME GERRY		A POEM FOR AUTUMN By Cousin Gerry I love every autumn in Melbourne When the leaves go red and gold A bit less sun, a bit more cloud, And neither too hot nor too cold. The streets are bright and inviting, The mornings are happy, and best of all The people are smiling and laughing For it's time for the Comedy Festival. "Oh no!" I can hear you thinking. "I'm sick of those jokes about drugs. I'm sick of the endless frivolity, And I'm so sick of Dave O'Neil's plugs!" Well fear not, dear listener, I hear you. My poem will set you free. I'm not here to give away tickets Nor tell you how funny I'll be. I've come here to serenade autumn, This glorious time of the year, When we listen for drought-breaking raindrops (A beautiful sound to the ear). And the sky becomes grey and mysterious, And the heavenly teardrops fall, And you think to yourself "I love Autumn," Then you go to see my Comedy Festival show called 'An Englishman, An Irishman And A Scotsman Walk Into A Documentary,' from Tuesdays to Sundays at 8:15pm from March 30th to April 23rd at the Melbourne Town Hall.