In 1854 or somewhere around that date, <br />Someone decided... <br />This day for them they would celebrate. <br />Poking fun and playing practical jokes. <br />Doing silly things and teasing when they spoke. <br /> <br />April Fools' Day today... <br />No longer seems that day to display a harmless merriment! <br />There is an exposed existence of a sickness witnessed, <br />Everyday. <br />And not only on the first of April, <br />Are these fools spreading their massive illnesses... <br />To feast on the remainder of sensibility! <br />And determined they are to prove, <br />Fools like them... <br />Are no chickens coming home to roost! <br />But to rule from ovens. <br />As they bake to roast to feed their mindless tastes! <br />And this is their day to rejoice in their self praise. <br />Unfolding an ignorance that suspends indefinitely!<br /><br />Lawrence S. Pertillar<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/april-fools-day/
