The Year
Born in January,
bright–but scary.
Born in February,
nymph or fairy.
Born in March,
collar starched.
Born in April,
barely able.
Born in May,
just okay.
Born in June,
loves to spoon.
Born in July,
will always try.
Born in August,
causes me lust.
Born in September,
cannot remember.
Born in October,
rarely sober.
Born in November,
fire turned to ember.
Born in December,
sexy–and limber!
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I always enjoy your witty list poems