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Poetic License: An April fool for poetry

By Staff | Apr 26, 2017

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 world too wise and wide for me

Turned my fool’s errand into odyssey

To roam as far as my mind’s eye could see

Horizons glowing with discovery.

No fool am I now for poetry,

For mindless myth and made-up history,

The “cruelest month” now kind as kind can be,

And poetry’s no longer a fool for me.