Dear May: I Know Your Tricks
It’s finally the end of April.
Happy Friday and good riddance to another month. Now comes May. Pretty cool, right? Almost done.
But listen, Month of May…get outta my face. You suck.
You think you are so great:
Hey, Teachers…look at me. I’m MAY!! I’m not like Dickhead March who’s cold, but can never seem to muster up a snow day. And I’m way better than Moody April who will be sunny during the week and then piss cold rain on you all weekend. No, that’s not me. I’m different. I’m what you want. And when you see me, you know the school year is almost done. Plus, I give you Memorial Day. Then you get that giant, sweet vacation in the summer. Yeah…you can smell it, can’t you? You’re almost at the finish line. I’m awesome!
May, let me tell you; you are the worst tease in the whole world. I hate you and you suck.
You are warm. And you know we all get swept away with your longer days, grass, flowers, shorts, sandals,
