Thanks to the wonderful world of poetry, I know this is the last day of September:
Thirty days hath September;
All the rest I can't remember.
Thirty days hath September;
All the rest I can't remember.
Of one thing I'm certain . . .
- Thread starter Chase
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Thirty days hath September,
April, June, and November.
All the rest have thirty-one,
save February. (there may be some fine finish here but at this point the poem had told me everything I needed to know so I stopped paying attention.
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April, June, and November.
All the rest have thirty-one,
save February. (there may be some fine finish here but at this point the poem had told me everything I needed to know so I stopped paying attention.
)...In which twenty-eight days in february and 29 in leap year
In an age when sages are pages on stages
And bards mere lads or cads
Their wage is their cage; their rage – image
They feed badly -- chew lards – play cards.
In an age when sages are pages on stages
And bards mere lads or cads
Their wage is their cage; their rage – image
They feed badly -- chew lards – play cards.