On the eighteenth of April, in Seventy-five;General consternation. Lloyd said, "I can remember the Ides of March, but that's about it." Which is impressive all by itself, when you think of it.
Hardly a man is now alive
Who remembers that famous day and year.
Everyone can tell you when some internet-boosted special day for Bullied Beagles with Body dysmorphia is, but nobody knows any historical dates. Let alone, poetry.
*sigh*