There are no holidays in the stunted month.
Valentine’s is no day off.
Yes, August once had everything to give,
and wanted you to loll and live,
but the shortest month on paper
is the longest in its favour,
as it drives each human frailty to the wall;
and it freezes expectations, and it cancels
hope of Spring; it snows in every memory of Fall,
sweeping many a soul towards a dreaded end,
chilling the heart and chewing the head.
So weary, you cease to wonder
if it ever will be over. Still it insists
you bend to hear the tale it tells:
“And February is no man’s friend,
and February wants you dead.”
—not2tees
This article appears in Feb 4-10, 2010.
In Ontario, they felt the same way,
So McGinty et al had their say:
“We’ll give you a Monday,
To have as a fun day,
Where family and friends can go play.
If this concept is brand new to you,
Recall that ‘Berta and Sask have it too.
But if you’re a Scotian,
We haven’t the notion
For Family Days like they do.
roses are red,
violets are blue,
with inane shit like that,
i really hope you die,too.
it come’s quickly in the night
horrid it is and shies from the light
you try to scream but it’s too late
the beasts with hearts you’ve met your fate
days are longer the earth cares naught
the nights belong to those who watch
it spreads it wings with such a call
the smell the sound it sings for all
there once was a man from nantucket… and they all lived happily after the end 🙂
“February is a suitable month for dying. Everything around is dead, the trees black and frozen so
that the appearance of green shoots two months hence seems preposterous, the ground hard and
cold, the snow dirty, the winter hateful, hanging on too long.”
– Anna Quindlen, One True Thing
I am all for a February Holiday Monday!
I think it would go a long way towards making the dead-of-winter a little less desolate.
(Oh, and I STILL have my Christmas lights up; I will probably keep them up ’til Valentine’s Day, or even Easter, because they do add some much-needed cheer.)
That February poem is a bit of shit
‘tho written well and with some wit.
OB…..it seems…..doesn’t understand.
Yes 02…..is dreary and bland!
Yes 02…..she’s dark and cold!
Don’t you see?…..you’ve not been told?
It’s like Yin and Yang…..my not2tees
June to August are sure to please
but without the dark, could you see the light?
Without wrongs…..would you know what’s right?
Without death…..could you know life?
Would you know pleasure without first feeling strife?
February’s snow ‘an cold…..fun it’s not
and because of that we love it hot.
So with that…..my hat I hang,
If….you don’t live Yin…..you can’t love Yang!
poetry fucking sucks
I prefer… to “bitch”, not rhyme
So bore us not with verse sublime…
Although you may have done quite well
with this crap in high school hell…
But now we walk upon the Earth
and poetry has no real worth
So take your rhymes and stanzas gay
and get thee gone, upon thy way…
February does suck, at least in the Northern Hemisphere. Thankfully it’s a short month, done so intentionally because it sucks.
In the Southern Hemisphere, however, it’s quite nice!
Ohh, respond in verse… uhh…
February sucks,
I wish I were a duck,
Then I could cluck,
And not give a fuck,
Even though,
I do know,
That ducks do not often cluck.
this is fun i fucking hated poetry in highschools
tho i liked ogden nash
There once was a bitch I did read,
That caused my cerebral cortex to bleed.
Such a horrible post, yet
somewhat better than most
Still these OP’s, most, should never breed.
too late for moi me darlin
but i love mr. carlin
so stay here for now
and don’t have a cow
better late then never
for us birds of a feather
heh heh… glad to see you’re all being productive.
Though you all love to bitch and scoff,
This will not earn you another day off.
To get Darrell to say
we don’t work this Monday
you’re going to have to suck him off.
…I’m not even gona try the poetry deal… But this makes me giggle
I’m in agreement with mr. Z’s
For best results, get on your knees.
If the public wants more political clout
we must be ready when the Johnson comes out.
Should we be caught unready, I fear,
That Johnson will end up square in our rear.
February makes me shiver …. Which is why I always head down south to the sunny Caribbean every February