Poem A Day, Poetry

Day Twenty One, Poem Number Twenty One: “Calendar Carousel”

Sin fayo, sin fayo,
cada Cinco de Mayo,
salen las hormigas
actuando como descarados.

Pint after pint,
with no shamrocks in sight,
they drink their green beer,
then fights they’ll incite.

Celebrate independence
by burning down your fence.
Fireworks are good for starting
a war as intense.

We can’t always observe
in ways so absurd.
So let’s recognize the spirits
in actions more than words.

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