It’s the middle of November and I’m trudging through three feet of snow Because, much to my dismay, bodies don’t just bury themselves Starlight dancing on the snow, the wind whisping through the trees, there’s no way to see where to go I have to ditch this body, I’m an expert you see, this is number seven hundred and twelve
They said it was the perfect herl, it would never fall off No matter how hard you tried, no matter, how soft Because this glass heel was designed to always last To never break, to remain steadfast, and indefinite past So Cinderella would never meet her true love A heavenly angel, sent from above Who would bear himself if the slipper should fall off But it never will, no matter how hard you try, no matter how soft
January comes cold for most, a biting wind at the fingers of your gloves February follows quickly, a month filled with sadness or love March then follows, my anniversary month so I’m a bit bias of course Then leading into April, so much rain it creates new lines of shore May straddles spring and summer, who knows what you might get? June arrives, school’s out, but it isn’t getting hot yet? July comes, the peak of heat where we celebrate the 4th, the founding of our land August follows, as we heal our sunburns and begin to get serious about those New Year’s plans September comes with a soft breeze and yellow leaves Orange comes bearing spookiness and more frigid nights November, the second to last, a turkey trot that will surely always last Until we reach December, my, how time has passed