‘January is the longest month’
said somebody.
It wasn’t me.
.
I know that,
‘May is the shortest month’,
‘April the cruelest!’
And all the others
must have their own talents.
.
But, to keep things in balance,
I shall stir controversy,
by proposing, that,
‘June is the kindest’,
or so it seems to me.
Six days a week;
sixty weeks,
and a bit,
a year
(except in leap years
when sixty one exact
would be the number)
and all we have to do
I’d decide which day of the week
we should remove.
Easy, isn’t it?
Until we look at removing a month.
Why isn’t it Thursday, today?
I thought it was Thursday,
and it’s not!
It’s Wednesday!
What is that all about?
Why isn’t it Thursday?
.
I thought it was Thursday, today;
turns out it’s not, it’s Wednesday, again.
It keeps on being Wednesday;
doesn’t keep on being Thursday, does it?
Every time I turn around, it’s Wednesday,
not Thursday:
I’m never going to get the hang of this calendar thing –
days of the week? W.E.A.K. Weak!
.
Did I mention
that it’s ‘only’ Wednesday –
and I thought it was Thursday?
Posted in Poetry
Tagged #Calendar, #poetry. #poem, #Thursday, #Weak, #Wednesday, #Week, @Days
Graeme Sandford 