Ilene Bauer Poet Rhyme

Too Soon to Flip

March should start tomorrow
But it’s leap year, so it won’t.
For anyone who wants to flip
The calendar, please don’t.

To women who are pregnant,
If your labor starts tonight,
You have ‘til midnight to give birth
Or face your child’s plight…

Since a birthday you can’t celebrate
Each year must be the worst,
Though I’m sure some celebrations
Could be switched to March the first.

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Gershon Wolf March 4, 2024 at 7:27 PM Then again: 'Will you still need me? Will you still please me? when you're 64 -- oops 16. lol. Happy Leap Year

Maurice Rigoler March 1, 2024 at 9:44 AM For Earth time to coincide with solar time, leap years make sense. If you were born in a leap year, however, it doesn't. That extra day in February is also cruel, especially if birthday parties are a must, and waiting every four years to celebrate is cruel. / Maurice

Anne-Lise Andresen February 29, 2024 at 11:52 AM - Cross your legs ... stand on your head ... wait until March 1 ... no birthday is sad, Ilene :) - A lovely poem :) - hugs

Daniel Henry Rodgers February 29, 2024 at 8:06 AM Dear Ilene, Your poem cleverly highlights the unique timing challenges of a leap year, particularly for those expecting a baby. Your playful yet poignant verses capture the anticipation and humor surrounding this calendar quirk. Your suggestion to adjust celebrations is both practical and heartwarming. This delightful piece adds a touch of whimsy to our understanding of time and its quirks. - Blessings, Daniel

Tom Cunningham February 28, 2024 at 9:52 PM I wonder if there will be many proposals today lol. Tom

Hilda Greenhough February 28, 2024 at 8:37 PM You came up with a good idea switching leap babies to March first. I like this poem and the format of three stanza with each being like a pinata and more stuff falling out. Such great writing.

Jerry Brotherton February 28, 2024 at 6:08 PM Today is my youngest son's birthday, He came into the world with 6 hours to spare. A nice poem for this leap year Ilene.