Where were we?
When my poem for today is, ultimately, unfinished and on-going…
How would it be if I set you free
From the fate that is your destiny?
If there never was any other month… but April;
If April had but three-hundred and sixty-five days clear,
Excepting when there’s a leap year that does appear,
And then, my dear, to make things re-orientate okay,
April has one more day; and there never is another May.
How would that be?
Would take a little adjustment, I agree,
But wouldn’t life be simpler, for you and me,
If we never had to worry about what month it was,
We could be pretty sure that it was… April!!! Because,
It would always April be. Seems a solution of simpleness to me.
Obviously the years would have to change, but April the three-hundred and sixty-fifth
In two thousand and thirteen, would be seceded with, or by,
April the first, two thousand and fourteen, so I
Think that it would be pretty cool if it was always my
Birthday this month, and Christmas this month, and why…
Wait to next month to do something, when you can do it this one.
What fun! My Birthday, I have calculated is on April the
Forty-sixth; so, don’t forget to buy or bake me a cake;
And I will bake you one too, later in the month; that I ‘will’ do.
Does this make sense to you all;
Now that I have explained what will befall?
Just have to get it passed by law and statutes legal,
And Royal proclamation – that would be regal.
Should be soon, maybe by this month’s ending,
And I think that by this time next year we’ll be spending
A lot less time worrying what month we’re in;
And just knowing that April is the ‘only’ month – shall I begin?