The April Fool...A Poem For Kids. Poem by Shaun Cronick
The April Fool...A Poem For Kids.
I stood on a cold bridge at midnight,
When a thought came in my head.
What a fool I was to be there,
When I might be home in bed.
I saw my shoelace was left undone,
Ignored it and walked to the railing side.
When I tripped and then fell over,
Now I'm going out with the morning tide.
Now I'm wet and cold,
My head is beginning to dim.
What a fool I am indeed,
For never learning to swim.
Don't be a fool.
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5/4/2024 11:59:52 PM # 1.0.0.1119
A great poem came out of foolishness!
Thank you Kostas for your great and always warmly welcomed comment. Take care my friend and all the loved ones around you sir.