Leap Day Poems:

My birthday is in February,
But it’s not always there.
Adults don’t understand it,
and don’t seem to care.
They say I’m only 1,
when I’m really 4!
They say I’m 2 when I’m 8,
Can’t they count anymore?
Sometimes I wish my birthday
would appear on command.
Being born on Leap Day
is hard to understand.
But others like me
called Leap Day Babies
tell me how cool it is,
especially in your eighties!