I Am a September Girl

I am September girl, she tells me. Mercurial and keen. That’s a Gemini girl, I think, kind of stuck up, and a tiny bit mean. I am a hippie, I love flowers and gardening too. That’s a Gemini girl, I think, glaring at her eyes of blue. I am a September girl, she brags. I flow like the river wide. I cannot believe her audacity. She seems rather full of pride. That’s an August girl, I think. You have got yourself all wrong. She pulls out a ukulele and begins to sing a September Girl Song.