No one likes to be an April fool
Young or old, short or tall
No one knows what's on their mind
 Could be odious and not kind

I may be a kill joy, cannot take a joke
Finding myself an hour late, when I awoke
And when I sat down, IT made a funny sound
How embarrassing, when everyone looked round.

Was that someone at the door?
As I fell onto the floor
Perhaps it was the wind outside
I really could not decide

Was that sugar, that made me shudder
Or marge on my bread and not butter
And when I tried to get into bed
The sheets they, were not open at the head

But the worst thing of all
A 'wopsie' in the hall
But I'm sure you will agree
All could be put right with a nice cup of tea.

Come April the first next year
I will be prepared, never fear
I'll pay them back and decree
I'll be CHAMP, Don't mess with me.
I

© Elizabeth Manwaring