All Fools

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.

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