“Obey my laws!” decrees O’sovereign Calendar.
We exploded January’s sky and stay late.
January doesn’t care if you like peas and greens. Eat to prosper in Calendar’s New Year.
February offers red hearts and chocolate and dinners and flowers and cards and kisses.
Requires we love in February. So we do. O’sovereign decrees.
April. Paint the shell of chicken’s offspring. Sequester them on the lawn.
Children know no better. It’s Easter. Paint eggs!
Father’s Day, Mother’s Day, Grandparents’ Day.
Hallmark and O’Sovereign Calendar requires we honor those who birthed us.
Celebrate the born day of Presidents and Importants long dead unaware we care.
Lose an hour. Gain an hour. Higher power said we must re-program the almighty blink.
October reserved for pumpkins, goblins, and orange and black. Wear another mask.
November shouts! Gather under the chandelier and dissect a roasted gobbler.
It’s Christmas yells December! Max credit cards. Give fodder for summer’s garage sale.
All twelve dictate our actions, all twelve commandeer our checkbook, our life.
“Obey my laws!” decrees O’Sovereign Calendar.
So we do. Why?
-MARIA BOLING