Fauxku Choo Choo (the play's the thing)

[rayheinrich]

Now, most of the months are in order,
well, at least the ones farther up north are-
yet try as we might,
something's not right!
They're upside down south of the border.


The complaints from down south were intense,
So Ms.Time decreed evermore hence:
That those months in the south
Would switch asshole for mouth
So their whither would now become whence.

Particularly liked rhyming "north are" with "order" and "border".
Makes it, beyond doubt, a true limerick.