- 5 years ago
I came accross this poem in my facebook feed, never read it before. I don’t have any use for it or anything, but I just felt like sharing it with the hive.
“JANUARY : Marry when the year is new, he will be loving, kind and true.
FEBRUARY : When February birds do mate, you wed nor dread your fate.
APRIL : Marry in April if you can, joy for maiden and for man.
MAY : Marry in the month of May, you will surely rue the day.
JUNE : Marry when June roses grow and over land and sea you will go.
JULY : Those who in July do wed must labor for their daily bread.
AUGUST : Whoever wed in August be, many a change is sure to see.
SEPTEMBER : Marry in Septembers shrine so that your life is rich and fine.
OCTOBER : If in October you do marry, love will come but riches tarry.
NOVEMBER : If you wed in bleak November, only joys will come, remember.
DECEMBER : When December snows fall fast, marry, and your love will last.”
I’m torn. It’s a bit sweet in some lines, but a total downer in others.