On the Thirty Third of Januaugust by KEN NESBITT

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.

From the book "The Armpit of Doom" 
Listen to this poem clicking: Ken Nesbitt´s Poetry4kids.com