Apparently the bone-dry hilarity that is Strindberg and helium has been online forever. So I guess you already know about it.

If you don’t, or are anyways feeling in the mood for some funny and depressing animated poetry check it out. Watch “the super-dour Swedish playwright August Strindberg.” wax gloomy about autumn. Along with, of course, his irrepressibly bubbly helium balloon.
Thanks VSL

Here’s a fun idea: write your own melancholy seasonal verse and leave it in the comments!

Here’s mine:

Winter comes like the ripper.
All shrivel at his advance.
Seasonal suicide, to risk not his icy hand.
Even the bear, sleeps deep.