
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,
morosely
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.
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!)
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