Nope Not Even a Brief History

Nope Not Even A Brief History... About Month Named December The Latin root (albeit - lo' (mein lee) first two syllables i. e. decem) - no joking - translate to mean ten, where millenniums ago this delineation quite apropos, cuz (wade back in time) tenth month of year... ya know comprised calendar attuned, defined, linkedin, tweaked, et cetera to Roe, man civilization, which "hello," for no particular reason, ye poetic "sis or bro" methinks you did mentally go over the hills, and far away to join Teletubbies, who n'er grow older, and primarily come out to play - hi hoe the dario - earning pro creators plenty legally tendered dough, meanwhile (way off flow of poem titled theme), and buzzfeed ding, el bow wing, and jockeying, jimmying, and jackknifing diversion completely off track, less or mo' continuous offsetting from poe whet tick intent, I sho' admit tubby like an ache'n bozo clowning around infuriating know wing not when to stop bro currying, testing readers attention akin, yoyo wing (asthma ma), viz zit ting red bull bucking bronco, yea inexplicable distractions flo finding me uncontrollably to go bonkers undoubtedly reflecting my inner Chaplinesque hobo, nonconformist (chow) mein mien opposing status quo, all the while giving heave ho and ditch idea tow elaborate origin regarding gogo historically fascinatingly, describing, and bloviating... the name "December" adhering ludicrously, tacking jib brush with dissimilar iambic threads, eh then aye (rhetorically axed meself), why not allow this common joe cur (me) to include quid pro quo (cookie monster) extemporaneous illogical plug for Elmo (longtime resident of Sesame Street) though assigning very little relevancy heretofore crow wing about these last thirty one days of the year sow wing senselessness, and insensibility, which germinated metrical conception above and below actually began way back early 2018 when yours truly experienced March chill law, I dunno why, when winter days didst slow to a halt processes of life - like whoa man, said block chain of time witnessed slow metabolic downton abbey, asper mouth ought processes - likened to an oh bomb na bull friend or foe of this common nocturnal Joe joyously, honorably, and faithfully describing, babbling 'bout December did not get included as part of any month, when life went dormant, said hibernation evinced animals and plants in a quiescent state, where essential life ceased to grow.