Calendar Girls

January’s woman melts the snow. February’s woman is good to go March, she blows like the wind Aprils woman is sad then warmingly glad May, the shackles are off June, in bed till noon July, love on the beach August, same woman, roll on September September’s woman is petite and coy October, is comfort and joy November’s woman is fireworks, this is the one December’s woman is ice-cold, she’s just found out what I've being doing for the last eleven months and wants a divorce.