I can't understand why people get confused about calendars, they're really very simple.
Only Fourteen Years
I’m looking at my Calendar, and ET’s looking back,
Way back in 1983 that fella had a knack.
He didn’t need a band-aid, or other medicine,
Just held a glowing finger up, and up zipped up the skin.
Fingers are salutes for us, this year just as back then,
And purple is the in thing now, to dip your finger in.
But back to this strange alien, and why he’s here with me,
And why I’m looking at some dates from Nineteen Eighty-Three.
That year began on Saturday, just like the current one,
And it was not a leap year, so when all is said and done,
The calendar I have in hand will serve me well this year,
For every date will line right up, as each month does appear.
For there are only seven ways to start the New Year’s play,
And only on the leap years do you need that extra day,
So fourteen calendars are quite enough, no matter how you age,
Just shove the old one in a drawer, and don’t mark up the page.
I know the Nation’s printers will be annoyed I’ve made it known,
That you don’t need to purchase what you already own,
But think of all the Playmates who can give that happy smile,
Now that they realize they won’t grow old for quite a while.
NicknamedBob . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . February 8, 2005