Dear V…

Dear V,

Okay, I’m really sorry, but I need your help.  What am I supposed to be remembering again?  I’m pretty sure it’s the fifth of December, but my friend Robert says that’s wrong, and it’s the fifth of September.  But I told him he’s thinking of that other poem, “Thirty days hath September, April, May, and November.”  Then we both wondered if it was supposed to be the fifth of November, but we decided we were just thinking of one of our mutual friend’s birthdays.  And it’s a good thing it wasn’t the fifth of November, because yesterday was the fifth of November, and let me tell you, a bunch of crazy shit went down.

Awaiting the fifth of December,
Neville