I am revising the calendar in honor
Of the esteemed pessimist society
Whose president dwells just next door
Close to the last working hydrant of the city.
For that matter, allow me to prolong March
To instill readiness against any disaster
Regardless of color, age or sex in church.
(The meek shall inherit the whip of the master!)
Instructions, as usual, begin in earnest – June.
There’s no grounds left for its displacement.
Lo! a day shall hold all Super-typhoon
Bankrupt pre-nuptials and posh annulment.
Expect a chiller, more laidback January
For I’m lovingly omitting February.
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