New Calendars Are In-LOL

January

floats

tanned 

near a southwest pier.

February

loves me

Loves me not.

March

drinks Jameson’s

neat.

April

showers me 

with flowers.

May

Is a mother

lover.

June’s

Father

is a Hallmark card.

July

to me and straight to bed

without dessert.

August  

invites hummingbirds 

for sweet nectar.

September

fawns over

male deer.

October’s

ruddy fling

climbs to new heights.

November’s 

wishbone

lifts off for the space station.

December

has a serious bite.

Nuts will crack.

12/20/25

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