On the Thirty Third of Januaugust

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From the book The Armpit of Doom

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On the thirty third of Januaugust,
right before Octember,
a strange thing didn’t happen
that I always won’t remember.

At eleven in the afternoon,
while making midnight brunch,
I poured a glass of sandwiches
and baked a plate of punch.

Then I climbed up on my head to see
the silver sky of green,
and danced around my feet because
I’d turned eleventeen.

A parade began to end
and music started not to play,
as rain came out and snowed all night
that warm and sunny day.

That was how it didn’t happen
as I keenly don’t remember,
on the thirty third of Januaugust,
right before Octember.

 — Kenn Nesbitt

Copyright © 2012. All Rights Reserved.

Reading Level: Grade 4

Topics: Wacky Weirdness, Wordplay

Poetic Techniques: Narrative Poems, Nonsense Poems, Paradox Poems, Wordplay

 


From the Book The Armpit of Doom


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