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.
You will rue your lies, by the end of Fibruary.
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.