This is a day
Of both laughter and tears,
A day that plays on your
High hopes
And deep fears
A day set apart
For your neighbors and friends,
It’s not Opposite Day
But a day we pretend
That we purchased a yacht
For that trip to Cancun,
That we saw Donald Trump
In a hot air balloon
Where we get spinach bagels
And call them donuts,
Say we’re off to the golf course
But then stop at putt-putt
There’s no other day
That we’re encouraged to lie,
No other day
To make someone cry
With comments about
Handsome gentleman callers,
How you picked the right numbers
And won 9 million dollars
It’s all in the way
We play on expectation,
And the courage to flirt with
Our own damnation
But all of the hurt and surprise
Is dispersed,
With a little reminder
That it’s April 1st
Comments
I did...
enjoy, that is...
~ Geezer.
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thanks!
thanks!
Clever,
Clever thoughts, had me all the way. Nice poem. Regards Roscoe...
thank you!
thank you!