"November is the most disagreeable month in the whole year." ---Louisa May Alcott November mornings are rather gloomy. They don't have a Christmas, an Easter, nor Halloween. Nights on November are dull and pedantic, involving nothing but bare landscapes. Novembers are rather unwanted, -quick to arrive even quicker to leave, before the icy frost hits. Everyone wants a certain 'November' gone, for the new year to approach faster. This is November's Rebellion. A series of poems a certain cynical November writes, to disseminate his disdain regarding the world and the lies surrounding it. All the other months, are welcome to revel in November's greatness. .... "No, December, I am not jealous of you featuring in a Taylor Swift song!" "January, we already had this conversation! I ain't stealing your head of house position! I just like writing poetry---" "You're a lie, April--not 'your lie in April'. C'mon you're the joke of the year, get it? April's fool?" "L'amour, dear July---" "October's a sweetheart, I don't know which idiot decided to put up a scare fest in him. He runs crying to the bathroom, every Halloween‐--oh, it was a secret." P.S: it's just a bunch of depressing, sardonic poetry, that a pessimistic November writes every month---SHHH! He claims he only writes on November morns! ( Lie spotted! ) Note: Written for contest purposes.