by Mike Patrick

Created on: December 19, 2009

My calendar girl

I was born a little challenged
In one area of my life.
I never remember important dates,
I depend upon my wife.

It doesn’t seem to matter
Which event on the horizon hangs,
If it’s a calendar’s date
I manage to forget the things.

Oh, I remember Christmas,
Our anniversary? Not so much.
And to recall any birthday
I always need a crutch.

She supplies me with subtle hints
As gentle as a brick.
It only takes three or four
To finally do the trick.

So it doesn’t really matter
What coming in this world.
I’ll always have the deepest need
For my lovely calendar girl.

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