February Monologue from Festival Plays: One-Act Pieces

From Festival Plays: One-Act Pieces by Marguerite Merington

any · joyful · 1:00 min

Behold the shortest month in all the year— And yet I hold my head as high As January or July, Since Washington by birth belongs to me, And Lincoln. Greater glory could there be? I’m sure you’ll all applaud and cry Hear, hear! Also I proudly claim for mine That favourite Saint Valentine, Upon whose day birds pair and build their nest, Lads rhyme about the maidens they love best, And maids dream of the lads they hold most dear. And then, each fourth time I come round I have to give a mighty bound, Like this! As if at leap-frog did I play. Thus to my twenty-eight an extra day I add, to keep the almanac in gear!

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