The 12
January's breath sent chills up our spine.
February's eyes lit up lovely-dovey sparks.
March melted nasty clear ice with Irish wine.
April took cover from crazy, scary showers.
May flowers bloomed above dominating towers.
June babysat masses of overwhelming kids.
July tan our skin like delicious crunchy toast.
August rang big slick school bells once more.
September honored brave pale labor ghost.
October witches brewed goblin eyeball stew.
November turkeys revolted in anger.
And December Jolly brought smiles to all.
This poem is about:
Our world