March comes in like a lion, and goes out like a lamb.<\/p>\n
April comes in like a wet dog, and goes out like a full-grown sheep.<\/p>\n
May comes in like a butterfly, and goes out like another, less-interesting butterfly — not quite a moth, but almost. <\/p>\n
June comes in like a baby bird filled with potential and eager to experience summer, but goes out like a bird that spends its entire life pecking at trash and sitting on the same telephone pole for three months. <\/p>\n
July comes in like a tadpole and goes out like some sort of tadpole\/turtle hybrid we’ll call Turt-pole.<\/p>\n
August is just a hot, sticky fly cleaning itself atop a steamy puddle of bubbly dog saliva.<\/p>\n
September comes in like the screeching mom from Malcolm in the Middle<\/em> and goes out like a teenager who tasted beer for the first time.<\/p>\n October comes in like an amateur dentist and leaves like a metaphor. <\/p>\n November comes in and hides whatever is in that bag. What’s in that bag, November? Tell us. We won’t be mad. We promise! <\/p>\n December comes in like a peacock demanding your attention and goes out like an intelligent, yet desperate, dinosaur testing the electric perimeter fence looking for a weakness…and freedom.<\/p>\n January sits there like the Wendy’s cup under a car seat from 2008.<\/p>\n February comes in like an icy, cold dagger and goes out like someone who cannot believe how early or late Easter is this year. <\/p>\n