Mayday
Although today’s the first of May,
It’s not the Mayday! people say
When they are under great duress
With stress they really can’t suppress.
This is a day to smile and prance
And frolic in a Maypole dance.
The sun is up, the flowers out
And spring is what it’s all about.
The Mayday! message, from the French,
Makes furrowed brows and teeth that clench.
Do not confuse these Mayday twins –
One causes tears, the other grins.
And so today, on May the first,
In jubilation, be immersed.
The one-word Mayday! set aside
For when its use is justified…
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