Thursday, April 1, 2010

Lirpa Loof

To fool or not to fool?
This is some question.
Whether it's nobler to eschew
before swallowing,
or to foment indigestion
by placing plastic vomit on the table
just to enable a goofy tradition;
or worse,
to spend two hours on a fool's expedition
in verse?

Better to be probed by aliens in a flying saucer
or intone the prologue to The Canterbury Tales by Geoffrey Chaucer:

"Whan that Aprille with his shoures soote
The drought of March (that's a good one) hath percéd to the roote..."

But April
Come she will
Whether in folly
Or in a trolley.

So meet her jocosely,
Or comatosely.
Whatever you do,
the joke,s on you!

Lirpa loof, Lirpa loof,
Wear an evolg on your toof;
Sprinkle oopmahs in their doof.
When they gag, say "LIRPA LOOF!"

Just kidding.

1 comment:

  1. What an enjoyable little cryptic poem at the end! (Mind you, I really enjoy reading all of your blogs when I have a chance, but that was just fun!)