April First Fool, micropoetry written by Anne G at Spillwords.com

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April First Fool

Anne G·April 1, 2019

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April First Fool

written by: Anne G

@TheInkTruth

There are good-natured fools
who love playing the fool

Foolish endeavors
and fools who rush in

Foolish behaviors
and foolhardy jokes

Hoaxes and pranks
and frowned at fools games

Clownish tomfoolery
for a bit of good fun

But the finest of fools
the ones of good cheer

Engage in the foolery
of an April First Fool

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JUNE 2016 AUTHOR OF THE MONTH at Spillwords.com

Why write? I write because I am: Driven to distraction by the inequities of the society in which we live. Motivated by cruelty, abuse, ignorance and indifference. My intention: To poke, prod and provoke!
"Moderation is a fatal thing. Nothing succeeds like excess." - Oscar Wilde

Suman Pokhrel

Suman Pokhrel is a Nepali poet, lyricist, playwright, translator, and artist. He debuted in 1999 with a poetry collection and has since published works, including translations of Shakespeare and global poets. His poems are translated into many languages and taught across South Asia. A two-time SAARC Literary Awardee, he also received Asia’s Inspiring Poet Award and was named Author of the Month by Spillwords in June 2023. Beyond literature, he works as a freelance consultant in socio-economic research, rural development, entrepreneurial development and creative writing. He began his career in Nepal’s civil service and later worked with international NGOs. He holds degrees in Science, Law, Business Administration, and Economics.

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