A Poem That Mainly Laments February

February is a short month
Even when it’s long
But if you think that brevity
Makes it easier, you’re wrong

February is still quite hard
The weather is still cold
And the days are still much shorter
Than I’d like if truth be told

Oh things improve toward the end
Of February’s short stint
Pay day comes much sooner
But I need it cos I’m skint

And in the middle of it all
There’s a bloke called Valentine
Who I used to hate but now tolerate
Because I have someone to call ‘mine’

No February is not a month
That merits much fanfare
I’ll save my applause for the arrival
Of my friend, the March Hare

  19 comments for “A Poem That Mainly Laments February

  1. February 7, 2021 at 6:29 am

    February can be quite lame
    It’s kind of a cliche that’s worn
    Besides you really ought to be told
    It’s the month that Herb was born.

    Liked by 4 people

    • February 7, 2021 at 7:38 am

      I’m sure that makes February more tolerable. Send me some birthday cake and I’ll cheer up too

      Liked by 1 person

      • February 8, 2021 at 6:00 am

        I think Fed-Ex charges more than I can afford to get it there overnight. I expect the regular mail would take 3 – 4 weeks, but I don’t know. We could try…

        Liked by 1 person

  2. February 7, 2021 at 6:43 am

    Your predicament gives me chills. But not enough to have me not gloat. And act like an old goat- unintentional rhyme there!
    February, here, in the Southern hemisphere
    Where the days are humid languorous and long,
    Where the sun is a’blazing skies bright and clear-
    Where that girl poolside looks hot in top and thong.

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    • February 7, 2021 at 7:39 am

      Never mind, it’ll be summer here soon enough and then I’ll be able to gloat about how it’s slightly warmer than it was but still quite rainy.

      Liked by 1 person

  3. February 7, 2021 at 9:10 am

    In Veganuary we all pretend to be vegans, so let’s change the name of February to Fabuary and pretend that it’s a great month. Job done!

    Liked by 2 people

    • February 7, 2021 at 10:17 am

      Or maybe, as it hasn’t already become associated with a specific fad, we could call it Faduary and everyone could choose their own fad to adhere to for an arbitrary period of time.


  4. February 7, 2021 at 9:21 am

    Not my favourite month, I like it when we have years when we leap it.

    Liked by 2 people

    • February 7, 2021 at 9:47 am

      Yes, we should have those more often


  5. February 7, 2021 at 2:39 pm

    Ah February–the month of the polar vortex. Such a charmer, that one. Love the poem!

    Liked by 2 people

    • February 7, 2021 at 2:59 pm

      Thanks. I do generally cheer up immensely by the end of February.

      Liked by 1 person

  6. February 7, 2021 at 4:13 pm

    Two points in February’s favor: my birthday, and the Superbowl.

    Liked by 1 person

    • February 7, 2021 at 4:23 pm

      Neither mean much to me. Although I hope you have (or had) good birthday.

      Liked by 1 person

  7. February 8, 2021 at 7:17 pm

    January’s cold no doubt
    And February too
    but without the snow and ice and such
    My wife would have me out side working in the fricking garden and i wouldn’t get a lousy chance to sit on my lazy but.

    I think I missed on that last line but the poem has feeling


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