Awake, readied, for April Fools’ Day,
one of misplaced apostrophe’s.
This All Fools’ Day suits this country,
this island of embarrassing Brexit,
this rained empire of excruciating Boris,
this idiot-breeding farm of Not-Sir Farage.
And this day suits me, an equal to all fools,
a composer of irregular rhymed diatribes,
a digger of holes, still in further education,
Head Boy at the School of Schoolboy Errors.