Poetic License: An April Fool for Poetry
An April Fool was I for poetry,
For jests and tricks and play with irony,
Fooling the Muse with rhyme tomfoolery,
Every verse footloose, every fancy free.
Until a wider world too wise for me
Turned my fool’s errand into odyssey
To roam as far as my mind’s eye could see
Horizons glowing with discovery.
An April Fool I’m now for poetry,
For truthful myth and made-up history,
The “cruelest month” now kind as kind can be,
Since poetry became a fool for me.