This month’s named after Janus, two-headed
Fellow who could see both forwards and back.
The problems this caused were really horrid,
And one day he had a panic attack.
He lay in bed, rear head gasping from lack
Of air as it lay buried in pillow,
Mumbling “Whenever we both hit the sack,
It’s always me whose squashed here down below.”
“Be quiet,” said the top head, “or I’ll go
To a surgeon. You’ll be amputated.
It’s me decides it all, you decide jack.”
Janus really hated himself, you know.
His front head fat, his back head rarely fed,
Although he saw all things, his mood was black.
Mon 7 Jan 2008
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