Little Tuesday’s Very Exhausting Day
February 17, 2026
Kiddie Lit Book proposal. Needs whimsical illustrator.
“Oh no!” Cried the Little Tuesday
in the littlest month.
“I don’t know where to start--
expecting a bland slate gray day
in a boring slushy week,
I got this tumble of cacophony and demand.
“Fat Tuesday itself is a Trinity
with pączki lines at dawn,
Shrove Tuesday pancake flipping Goodwives,
and Mardis Gras,
all glitter, boobies, and sin.
“Try keeping just those juggling balls
in the air. I dare you.
“But wait! There’s more!
“Chinese, OK, call it Lunar New Year,
comes riding in on a flaming horse
with firecrackers popping
like the Western Front,
Lion and Dragon street dancers,
and all of deepest, shiniest
red you can imagine.
“As if that weren’t enough,
here’s Eid al-Fitr
hanging on the cusp
of a disappearing moon
calling on the faithful
for prayer, fasting,
and generous alms.
“Three celebrations like scorpions in a box.
“I’m exhausted already,”
Little Tuesday groaned and wept.
“Hey, where’s the Hurricane bar?
I need to drown my sorrows.
—Patrick Murfin
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