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Alliteration April Poems | Alliteration Poems About April

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Details | Alliteration |

April fools'

(This is a fictional poem)

My neighbor played an April fools' prank when he called me and said I won a 
sweepstake.
I was furious when I learned it was all fake.
When he said April fools', you should've heard the names he got called.
I happen to be his barber and when he comes in my shop, I'm going to shave 
him bald.

Copyright © randy johnson | Year Posted 2007



Details | Alliteration |

APRIL FOOL

A storm's revving up in the Gulf
somewhere.  The screen door
slaps in a security lapse.  Back yard
furies (from the pen of The Bard)
strike up the band with a caveat

that's seldom been heard.  A small 
lake turtle lifts his garden hose
head to a once-tranquil surface
transformed into dread, and I, Dona
Quixote, go to fence with an owl

Who-who's out of his element
on a neighboring dock, but closer
inspection reveals no college professor,
just an owly imposter, a quasi-
transgressor chiseled from rock

Copyright © Nola Perez | Year Posted 2008