It’s that time again – a day of pranks both big and small. That was the inspiration for this Typewriter Rodeo poem:
April Fools’
Orange juice in your cereal
Balls of socks fly off the fan
Curry powder in your lotion
For days, bright yellow hands
Vodka in your seltzer
I scream, say I’ve been hurt
You run with wipes and band-aids
I hide your favorite shirt
I’m failing, moving, pregnant
I won 2 million bucks
But the best part of April Fools’
Is how it proves you’ll love me, no matter what