February 1st

"Pinch, punch,
first of the month,
and no returns back!"

Ahh, children, children as you lightly tap the arm of a friend, or trip someone up coming around a bend, or sing a pop-song at play, or struggle with the concept of gay - forget all about it. Each day is the first day of the rest of your life, but so what? But on the first day of each old month, you get to chant a sing-a-long daydream of a song - a childish rhyme, most innocent of things - which sanctions a crime, praises a punch, and frees a fist. Try it, live it, love it, and soon you'll get the gist.