No month's like January, thirty-one days strong.
Except October, the tenth month, matching right along.
June and July differ by only just one day,
chronologically: thirty first, thirty-one next way.
March also claims thirty-one, exact same as December,
though nothing beats November's thirty, that you've got to remember.
April barely matters, unless you're but a fool,
day one is not day two, so thirty's the rule.
August keeps its own count, just one extra day,
stolen straight from February, thirty-one's its way.
Ninth month's got thirty days, unlike May, mind you,
May's got three more than February, thirty-one, that's true.
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A most interesting poem of the number of days in the months with justification. Well done
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