To May, as you look at your watch and sigh:

I know, it’s time. You’ve got a midnight curfew and I can’t make you late. But know that you’re leaving under heavy protest!
If you could just stay a little longer. Don’t let that thug June bully you away. You deserve far more than 31 days. What an unjust calendar system [...]

To Gecko, again:

Nightmarish fiend! You crept into my subconscious last night and starred in another gripping performance of Godzilla Goes to Mali.
What, you don’t remember? That is because it wasn’t really you. In my mind’s ever so complicated system of metaphors and analogies, you were symbolized by none other than a Beanie Baby. [...]