A college professor once taught us the poem the way it had been taught it to him–“Thirty days hath September, April, June, and no wonder. All the rest like peanut butter except my grandmother and she rides a bicycle.”
A college professor once taught us the poem the way it had been taught it to him–“Thirty days hath September, April, June, and no wonder. All the rest like peanut butter except my grandmother and she rides a bicycle.”