NEVER KNOWING KNOWINGLY

Sitting there looking - bored forever

Never knowing knowingly - owing me

Ring me - bring me - sing me a song

A long, long - long lost song

 

Why pay rent on a concrete tent

When you can drive a Winnebago

He sings the jingle over in his head

Like a metronome windscreen wiper

 

If any month was heaven sent

It must be March or May

But the cruellest month that ever was

Was the one when we couldn’t pay

 

Sitting there looking - bored forever

Never knowing knowingly - owing me

Ring me - bring me - sing me a song

A long, long - long lost song

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The prompt at NaPoWriMo today was: In his poem “The Wasteland,” T.S. Eliot famously declared that “April is the cruelest month.” But is it? I’d have thought February. Today I challenge you to write a poem in which you explore what you think is the cruelest month, and why.