January’s woman melts the snow.
February’s woman is good to go
March, she blows like the wind
Aprils woman is sad then warmingly glad
May, the shackles are off
June, in bed till noon
July, love on the beach
August, same woman, roll on September
September’s woman is petite and coy
October, is comfort and joy
November’s woman is fireworks, this is the one
December’s woman is ice cold, she’s just found out what I've being doing for the last eleven months and wants a divorce.
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Author:
Paul Bell (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: February 6th, 2022 04:28
- Category: Humor
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Comments3
Oh dear! Maybe next year's calendar will be better. A good laugh!
Maybe make it a six-month calendar.
Thank you Paul for my first chuckle of the day.
Andy
You need a laugh on a Monday.
A very enjoyable read
A unique one penned
Really enjoyed the way you went
A smile from ear to ear and I am sure these lines shall revolve around me eyes
Well penned dear Paul
Was a good year, well, at least till December.
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