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