April's Premiere alone is Claimed
To be the Day of Dullards
While All its Days have been Proclaimed
To be the Month of Bards
In you, you presume a Poet Resides
And with Ballads you are the Master
Alas in you nary a Rhyme doth Hide
For you are just a Fool Poetaster
But today alone We shall All Proclaim
Your Verse fit for Angels on High
Just don't forget that Today Alone
We are given Pass to Lie
Bloody good, mate!
Haha, merci mon ami.
The hat suits you!
Indeed!