January’s gone,
just one day left to stand out,
as a winter month.
Feb’s a chilly one,
she breezes in, cold and sharp,
and freezes with a look.
March is a cute one,
plays it both ways, hot and cold,
yes, of course, pisces.
April’s a darling,
fresh and in your face with blooms,
and chilly breezes.
May’s a great month,
and will always bless your home,
with a loving warmth.
June’s a flighty one,
‘look at me and arn’t I’m fine’,
and a little hot.
July’s a steady one,
likes to tell it as it is,
so warm and caring.
August storm about,
hot with fits and shouts and tears,
great to spend time with.
Sep is a good guy,
and serves up some lovely days,
with bouquets and fruit.
Octa doesn’t know,
which way he should turn to next,
and will surprize you.
Nov is so painful,
nags and tries to tell you lies,
that summer’s not gone.
Dec promises much,
parties and good times and gifts,
sometimes it fall short.
