June, July, August, September, My favorite month I'm trying to remember. October, November, December, all these months shiver me timbers. January, February, March, and May, theres one missing which one did I forget to say. APRIL thats my most favorite of all, thats when the world reawakens as I recall. All the flowers start to bloom, young people start to swoon. All the animals preforming their mating dance, I have someone in mind myself by chance. Some people name their kids June, some May, But Aprils my favorite name of the months I must say. April showers bring May flowers, April I think of hour upon hour. I wonder why it only comes once a year, I'd be happy if it was every day my dear. April in the morning, April at night, April is such a heavenly sight. Her nights are long dark and wavey, the kind that drives you absolutly crazy. Her eyes are like mirrors in the night, dark and mysterious full of delight. Her olive tone becons unto me, her lips so beautifully sexy. How can a month be filled with so much passion, you should see April dressed old fassioned. A fan and flowers as she peeks at me, she's as hot as hot can be. April is surely the month for me, Spring sets everything free. Because later in the summer when shadows grow long, April goes into hiding long since gone. April is the fourth month of the year, 11 more months before I return my dear. 30 days with April would set me free, the rest of the year I'd be as happy as can be. April please find your way to me, fresh spring breeze blowing the trees. April the perfect time of year, crisp, clean and clear. I want to bring August to April, hot, steamy, sweaty nights are a thrill. I wonder if April would ever return to her place, on the calender taking up the fourth space. I think that month we would have to rename, because it's April I want to claim. Aprils flowers would be all mine, I can smell her sweetness it's heavenly devine. And when that flower hits full bloom, I will admire it's beauty from morning until noon. and at night when it tries to tuck itself away, I'm going to kiss and tickle it and say no way. She's going to bloom twenty four seven, it's going to be as if we're in heaven. I'm waiting for April from the first of may, I'll be waiting until my very last day.~~~~~~~~~~~~WOLF~~~~~~~~~~~~~