You will rue your lies, by the end of Fibruary.
I made a pun in springtime. It was a May zing.
There’s just something about this month we’re in. It fill me with a gusto.
Today marks the first time we ever May Day pun.
This year is the New Year. Last year was the Knew Year.
Wind farmers look forward to which month? A gust.
Don’t forget to commemorate Penis Re-Attachment Month, aka Nomember.