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This past year has come to an end, and it has flown so fast,
A time to sop and reflect on adventures past.
January
In January, we had lots and lots of snow,
We produced some ice sculptures, carefully and slow.
Then we had a street battle – another snowball fight,
With all the neighbour’s kids, it really was a sight.
February
It was so cold in February, so I had to wrap up warm,
It was the worst on record, whipped up by a snowstorm.
It was so cold, people shouted “geez” and “blooming heck”,
I tried keeping warm with my scarf wrapped around my neck.
March
They say March is the month of the mad, mad hare,
Hopping around without as much of a care.
But if you want year-long madness, look no further than me,
I was always doing crazy stuff – I’m way outta my tree.
April
April is for the fool; the one who likes a joke.
I really had lots of fun; sharing laughs with lots of folk.
As we played April Fools Day pranks on each other,
The best prank of all we played upon my mother.
May
May brought Spring, everywhere you look there’s new life,
A time to feel exalted, my joy and happiness was rife.
I was bursting full of energy, with so many things I wanted to do,
What also make me happier, was that I did them all with you.
June
I fondly remember my birthday celebrations back in June,
As I took a birthday gift trip in a hot air balloon.
A trip across the bright blue sky and down next to a lake,
Where we had a picnic sandwiches, champagne and a cake.
He was nuttier than a fruitcake,
He ate dry fruits, and candied fruits.
Some thought he was a screwball.
But from the likes of things.
He was very normal.
At least, I thought he was.
After a day on the fishing boat.
We'd finally catch a fish or two.
Nothing new, just a fish or two.
A crackpot, a crank, a nutcase, they said.
But him and his beautiful wife, they wed.
They were married, on April fools day.
The first of April, and man did it rain.
It came down.The thunder, and the lightning.
Man, it was frightening.
The thunder, and the lightning.
But the fruitcake absorbed it all.
He never gave in, and he never gave up.
Just a fruitcake.Out on the lake.
Fishing pole in hand.I thought it was grand.
Nothing like the cake.Mom gave at Christmas time.
Just a fruitcake.The fruitcake.
Fruitcake-Poem By Kim Robin Edwards
Copyright 2004,2014..
ALL rights reserved..
Today’s a day to break the rules
For mischief reigns – it’s April Fools’!
It’s time for silliness and pranks,
Though Easter may be pulling ranks
And also, we should not forget
That Passover’s not over yet.
This April 1st you get to choose –
Forsake all bread like many Jews
Or don your bonnet and parade
Where Easter finery’s displayed
Or lastly, with a little poke,
Go out and play a harmless joke.
It isn’t often these converge
So take a chance – give in and splurge.
A dozen eggs will do the trick –
Just dye or boil – take your pick.
That covers both religions’ use
And as for April Fools’ – let loose!
My Daddy played a trick on me
When I was just a tike
Asleep; I was in dreamland town
A 'riding on my bike
And suddenly! I hear a noise
A clanging sound it seems
It was my Dad with pots in hand
He's banging on the beams!
He's shouting out "Wake up! Wake up!
We're getting in the ride
It's time to go, no time to waste
We've got to get outside!
There are bees in here, they're everywhere
They're stinging all they see
Get in those clothes, hitch up your boots
It's time for us to flee!"
So up I jump, still in a daze
What happened to my bike?
Where are my clothes, can't find my boots
Oh my - this I don't like
We run outside; "Hey! Where's the car?
Dad woke us up you know
Those bees in there will sting for sure
It's time for us to go!"
My Dad's outside with teary eyes
From laughing all the way
He turns to us and with a grin
"It's April Fools today!"
It sits in a glass case in our bookstore…for all our customers to see…
It is old and It’s expensive and must be handled sparingly.
I’ve often wondered about the route this book has taken…from the frontier days of yore…how it found it’s way from where it was written to a glass case in our store.
Yesterday an older woman and her family stopped to take a look…
into the glass case…where it sat…that thousand dollar book.
“Today’s my birthday!” The matriarch chuckled. “I’m one year closer now to death.”
Her words were slightly slurred and I could smell the celebration on her breath.
“I’m 70 years old today.” She continued. “With books I’ve always had a love connection.
“”I’ve been accumulating them since I was a child…I have over 500 in my collection.”
I picked up the most expensive book in the store thinking what a great way to celebrate…”Would you like to look at this one?” I asked…ignoring her somewhat inebriated state.
As I handed her the book, she smiled at me…and I’m not going to lie
tears began to well up in the corners of her eyes.
She looked at the book then back to me then held it lovingly to her chest.
What she was thinking at that moment I could have only guessed.
Suddenly she grimaced. She wasn’t smiling anymore
She fell backward into her daughters arms and the book fell to the floor.
I immediately ran around the counter…afraid of what I’d see…
wondering, if that book was damaged ,what my boss would do to me.
The book was fine…it wasn’t damaged…perhaps a little stunned….
Then remembering the old lady I asked…should I dial 911?
At this point in the story you might be thinking my behavior was quite poor…
worrying more about one old book than one old lady on the floor…
You might be thinking what a cad…what a louse…how could I have been so cruel….
and I’d agree with you any other day…but today is April Fools!
How cold the sun of April
first day playing games
of spring return to winter chills.
Blow ye wild, racing winds
slip thru the stilled and silent trees
hovering between the naked forms
and promised new growth of life.
Hear the cry and howl of the hollow
echoing goodbyes and hellos
waiting for March gusts to die away.
Sing loud and bold old birds of prior years
pretty, pretty, pretty tweetings
of April's spring into May days
as showers fall hard and icy cold.
Young, newly paired wrens and sparrows
begin the staked out housings
gather nesting materials for soon to be laid eggs.
Croci, daffodil, forsythia burst forth
in shaded emerald green starts
soaking in the sunlight warm
ready to glow in bright and brilliant hues.
Others soon to peek thru the earthened ground
breaking grit and graveled clay dirt
in sprigs tendered in their greenery.
Yet comes April in its unpredictability, yellowed sun
teasing life to come forth and be reborn
then sear it chilled within its grip
amidst bluing cloudless skies.
These are the days of every life
enticing and cautionary
hesitating and holding back
all the April fools.
April fools' day - ordinarily all manner of tomfoolery abounds
Written/updated since last year
unlike any other
when out of this world
outlandish accouterments
people did wear
hermetically sealed
of even faintest tear
to avoid contamination
against coronavirus pandemic
air supply difficult to spare
when wing and prayer
soul saving amazing grace
frankly against scalpers, marauders,
and fraudsters steeling
themselves to profiteer.
Pandemic straps tightly
plied girded beltway
unlike any other All fools day
in annals of recorded ("fake") history
western civilization tapestry doth fray
April first two thousand and twenty four
neigh, no time for horseplay
what with coronavirus (COVID-19)
boarded ship of jilted fools
(think *****sapiens)
barred courtesy omnipotent jackstay
furloughed workers analogous
grumpy minions lay
dwarfed by unfortunate global events, née...
germinating, jackknifing, and wreaking havoc
Mother Earth nonchalantly toying
(indiscriminately) regarding humanity
as bestrewing bajillion biohazards berserkly
bequeathing bedlam child's play
just desserts, she doth understandably repay
man/womankind flicked as flotsam and jetsam
vile treatment diabolically heaped,
jubilantly loosed, maniacally pitched
upon her terrestrial firma oy vey
she chokes, gags, laughs raspily yea
rebuffs, refuses, and renounces further abuse.
Nevertheless toothless gumption, albeit feeble
fighting spirit, her survival instincts assail
cumulative environmental destruction
triggered casus belli expelling deadly toxins,
when Gaia doth exhale
since onset of global interregnum
(think virulent spreading poisonous Kudzu
like wildfire biohazard)
since world wide webbed disease
brought grinding halt
consumerist paradigm in lockdown,
nonetheless within brief interim
noticeable clearer air to inhale
amazingly enough postal system...
intact voila... uninterrupted delivery of mail,
the daily highlight experienced
among people emotionally crippled
pasty faced and pale
finds quivering Captain Kangaroo
plus good n plenti proud primates
each dancing and quivering
like a captive dang gulling quail.
As a child I could not wait
Plotting and planning my classmate’s fate
Figuring out all the tricks I would play
All squelched by the teacher
Before the end of the day
We would whisper at recess
Giggling like combatant loons
Sharing all kind of crazy ideas,
The kind that howl at the moons.
April fool’s Day, oh, yes, we wanted to be fooled.
We plotted and planned it, and then we were schooled.
The teachers never bought in to our happy trickster glee.
Bringing us swiftly back to classroom reality.
April fool’s Day was still funny that night at the table.
When our dad tried to trick us with stories of Mable
We would laugh so hard we would fall out of our seat.
Making Mom’s food even more fun to eat.
April fool’s Day, oh, yes, let’s have more of them please.
I would like it again, in the fall, with the leaves.
I could do April fool’s day six times a year.
I do simply love it in case that is not clear.
April fools' day - (ordinarily) all manner of tomfoolery abounds
(written last year
unlike any other
when out of this world
outlandish accouterments
people did wear
hermetically sealed
of even faintest tear
to avoid contamination
against coronavirus
when wing and prayer
soul saving amazing grace).
Pandemic straps tightly plied girded beltway
unlike any other All fools day
in annals of recorded ("fake") history
western civilization tapestry doth fray
April first two thousand and twenty one
neigh, no time for horseplay
what with coronavirus (COVID-19)
boarded ship of jilted fools
(think *****sapiens)
barred courtesy omnipotent jackstay
furloughed workers analogous
grumpy minions lay
dwarfed by unfortunate global events, née...
germinating, jackknifing, and wreaking havoc
Mother Earth nonchalantly toying
(indiscriminately) regarding humanity
as bestrewing bajillion biohazards berserkly
bequeathing bedlam child's play
just desserts, she doth understandably repay
man/womankind flicked as flotsam and jetsam
vile treatment diabolically heaped,
jubilantly loosed, maniacally pitched
upon her terrestrial firma oy vey
she chokes, gags, laughs raspily yea
rebuffs, refuses, and renounces further abuse.
Nevertheless toothless gumption, albeit feeble
fighting spirit, her survival instincts assail
cumulative environmental destruction
triggered casus belli expelling deadly toxins,
when Gaia doth exhale
since onset of global interregnum
(think virulent spreading poisonous Kudzu
like wildfire biohazard)
since world wide webbed disease
brought grinding halt
consumerist paradigm in lockdown,
nonetheless within brief interim
noticeable clearer air to inhale
amazingly enough postal system...
intact voila... uninterrupted delivery of mail,
the daily highlight experienced
among people emotionally crippled
pasty faced and pale
finds quivering Captain Kangaroo
plus good n plenti proud primates
each dancing and quivering
like a captive quail.
Ice cream and jelly, with a punch in the belly.'
Is what some in Britain Abhor.' Boris is in
Trouble, he blew too big a bubble, where he
And others did abide.' There is agony and much
Beration by the media of the Nation about who
May well have lied..? Er I mean died.' Yet i find no
Contention. On arms shipments and war intentions?
From any who, debate or decry ' about lockdowns
Such shockowns while B L M protests spread wide
How can he be so wrong? Yet also right? For so-long
While his sucessors continue in that war like stride.'
What of the elders, in throes of dementia? or now the Myocarditis high tide ' if he's wrong in his house party's
Though we are not all smarties ' surely history will itself
Truth decide.' Is there poison abounding? in congenial
Surroundings? Addicted to rampant turpitide ? How sick
Are 'lost leaders?' Who took their nation blindfolded on
A fear churning ride.? Forget ice cream with jelly and great
Bloated bellies.' Smile and turn well aside ' make no talk
Of sound reason, rejoice in silly season April fools days
And santioned genocide.?