April 1, 2016, Prescott-
In honour of the launch of the annual Poetry Month:
Jesters gather, on the street curb,
Prepared to mimic, mock, perturb.
A small child gets away again,
with pointing out his grandpa’s shirt’s imaginary stain.
Even the family cat, it seems,
Gets a rise out of her lady,
by feigning screams.
A cynic once proclaimed April
to be the Cruelest Month.
With such ubiquitous mirth,
is his judgment debunked,
or is it a wise, prescient verse?