The Cruelest Month

4 Apr

For day 4 of Napowrimo

A group of people, 12 in size, sat around and philosophised
‘The cruelest month’, the first began, ‘is abbreviated “Jan”‘
‘That month of dread for the year ahead, of snow that’s cold and trees all dead’
A second spoke, shaking his nut, ‘Aye Jan is bad, I’ll give ye, but…’
‘…the month that’s worse is filled with verse exchanged by soppy young lovers’
A third chipped in, with a rueful grin, ‘not by the hair on my chinny chin chin’
‘I hate March more than anything – it’s not quite winter and not quite spring!’
The other nine folk in the bunch, bored to death, went elsewhere for lunch.


3 Responses to “The Cruelest Month”

  1. mukul chand April 4, 2016 at 6:28 pm #

    lovely post

  2. paula graham April 4, 2016 at 7:43 pm #

    Ha, ha, indeed…the cruelest month to me is December: too much forced merriment!!

  3. Crow April 4, 2016 at 8:31 pm #

    Ha ha ha ha, I loved this. The intersection of Eliot and Chaucer made me laugh.

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