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