Calendar Girl

November waves goodbye.

Thirty days on the chart,
only to be flipped like an old 45 record.

Sentenced to hibernate
for eleven long months.

A demotion that lands her
on the underside of an expiring calendar
along with her predecessors.

Overthrown each year by darling December,
the envy of all months.

Behind all the glitz,
vibrant colours and jewels,
she will blind all your senses,
as she cunningly rules.

A manipulative seductress,
into each day she settles.
You follow like a mantra
to satisfy the wisdom she peddles.

She will ply you with drinks
and coach you along.
You will max out your credit
persuaded by song.

You will be the next contestant
on the Family Feud.
Or cornered beneath the mistletoe
with some awkward dude.

And when her message is complete,
and the final day clocks in,
she is destined, like her sisters,
to the recycling bin.