It's that time of year again - April fools
I must, this year, be sure to play by the rules
As after twelve noon,
(believe me it comes around soon)
the fool is then the prankster
Be warned, if you're a chancer
as this has happened to me before;
others chastized until they were sore
This year I must get it right,
I do not wish to be contrite
To end up with egg on my face
would be a huge fall from grace
One which I do not wish to repeat;
In fact I may indeed retreat
I think I may stay here, tucked up in bed,
'till after, at least, the watershed.
Debbie Razey 2014
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