Aprils Fools!

Today is the first day of April, and April is National Poetry Month. I'm glad that I enjoy writing poetry after disliking it for many years from having to dissect it in college. The one poem that made me not see the beauty and emotion in poetry, and to stay away from it for so long, was The Waste Land by T.S. Eliot. The first line of the poem is APRIL is the cruelest month…

I am going to attempt a poem a day. They’ll be rough drafts of poems in traditional form and free verse. Here is my first attempt. Tongue Twister Poetry – Poetry that ties your tongue when read out loud. It does not need to rhyme.

April Fools

April Fool’s is about cruel spools of

jokes about folks of different strokes.

Trap a chap into a flat full of bubble wrap.

Friends clap to see the chap collapse.

Tweet Pete for a treat to eat

down the street in the window seat

then be discreet and retreat so Pete

takes the heat for all the meat.

Buy twelve pies for dieting Di
and watch her weight grow times eight.

Her thighs, bigger than Shanghai,

with a butt the size of Kuwait.

Play and pay this day of cliché

for it displays dismay for the game

of prey that make friendships decay

because today you went astray.

Fools and Poetry,
Bea