by R.J. (10th Grade)

It’s April Fools’, without a doubt;

Pranks are flying all about.

Good folks hide from the unhinged fools,

The world’s been unfettered from all its rules.

Someone’s borrowed my good hedge clippers,

There are tiny shoes all over my grippers.

I need to go to school but I can’t find the door,

I’m starting to wonder if it’s on the floor.

There’s no longer any telling up from down,

My hunch is saying that Dr. Seuss is in town.

I walk outside and my legs turn into cheese,

Mozzarella and edam from my toes to my knees.

The cheese is spreading like a creeping vine;

It transforms my body in an ever-rising line.

This day may seem silly, but I realize the truth:

There’s a sinister side to it, yea forsooth.

There’s a terror in knowing this world is about,

But even that’s better than watching this rout.

Spigots and faucets descend from the sky,

One whacks my nice nose and I begin to cry.

My tears form an ocean that surrounds my head,

A raving man passes on a floating poster bed.

I collapse to the ground, a sobbing dairy product.

But I feel no catharsis, so I give in to the pain.

I am become Folly, destroyer of reason.

Rationality is dead and no longer can I rhyme.

You will find no relief from this eldritch holiday.

Just capitulate like I did, and join the legion of Fools.