Calander Girls

Paul Bell

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.

  • Author: Paul Bell (Pseudonym) (Offline Offline)
  • Published: February 6th, 2022 04:28
  • Category: Humor
  • Views: 19
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  • Rozina

    Oh dear! Maybe next year's calendar will be better. A good laugh!

    • Paul Bell

      Maybe make it a six-month calendar.

    • Goldfinch60

      Thank you Paul for my first chuckle of the day.

      Andy

      • Paul Bell

        You need a laugh on a Monday.

      • spilleronsheet

        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

        • Paul Bell

          Was a good year, well, at least till December.



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