Poetry Corner



April fool was born on the first of April, and a cunning child was he, born from the crossing of a famous President and his secretary,

He would often play pranks on strangers and then hide up in the trees, sending paint on mail men, poking honey bees,

April was one who hated school, deemed it dull and often found it boring

So oftentimes at the back of class the teachers found him snoring,

He could never pass any exams or test, so never, ever got promoted,

So to remove all shame from the elite president’s eye, his name is now simulcasted.

Written by Laurna Guiste


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