Chill January's hues? Slick slates,
a grey display in sleet. She looks
a climate prime for skis and skates.
One chili pepper celebrates
by donning earmuffs, scarf and glovesto undertake not guff he hates
but thin-ice skating -- stuff he loves.
Pins and needles! Hooks and eyes!
Fleet February's twenty eight,
in falling three days shy, supplies
less time to venerate a mate.
One chili pepper's running late
delivering his valentine.He must (and soon!) accelerate:
"Get goin'!" That's his bottom line.
Hooks and eyes and nuts and bolts!
Mid-March's Ides can’t hide Spring's flowers.
Lads towards love cavort like colts,
big blossoms copped from blooming bowers.
Thefts like these take sev'ral hours,
maybe less. (No more than two.) One chili's savoir faire ne'er sours:
just hear him blurt, "These buds? For you!"
Hooks and eyes and bolts and nuts!
Escape an April's Easter eggs?
Nope! Basket filled, one chili struts,
sashaying on his own two pegs.
"May I make mucho more?" he begs.
"The ankle biters love 'em so,nor's FDA releasing regs
suppressing eggs. Say I, ‘Let's go!’"
Bolts and nuts and forks and spoons!
Which gifting day in May's the worst?
De Mayo Cinco France impugns;
preferring May Day -- that's the first.
"The best," rants William Randolph Hearst,
"is World Press Freedom Day -- the third." (One chili, Mother's gifts dispersed,
orates. He prates, "They're all absurd!")
(though tagged by family dweebs and dorks)
get gifts: designer ties, all plaids.
One chili'd rather troll for shads.
With six-packs in his tackle box,he trawls among the lily pads.
(This catch roes cache with proto-lox.)
Spoons and forks and Spocks and Kirks!
Jejune July's supremacists
malign, ‘midst flags and fireworks,
more recent settlers in their midsts.
One chili simply coexists.
Like Pete and Woody belts out he(in dissing these recidivists),
"...this land was made for you 'n' mee-e-e-e!"
on circus clowns in pleated frocks
who juggle balls come circus days.
But do not think these chilis gays --
their frocks and fright wigs
notwithstanding:also, they play cabarets:
there, juggling stuff is most demanding.
Kirks and Spocks and things and wings!
September signals: “Back to school!”
One chili in his backpack brings
an Apple XR iPhone. (Cool!)
But there be jealous chilis who’ll
report this to his home-room teacher.
She’ll impound that phone (the ghoul!).
'Tis worse than pointless to beseech her.
Kirks and Spocks and wings and things!
Is this a chili or a spook?
October Hallow'd weenies brings,
but watch out! Milk Duds make you puke.
This chili lost his plum peruke
(he'd plann'd to trick-or-treat as Dame
E. Everage). 'Twas just a fluke,
his hairpiece loss. No one's to blame.
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