April Fool's Delight
I guess I got here Justin Thyme
to tell you all I think the rhyme
that's written here upon this site
by April, is just Fool's Delight.
On April 1st, one year gone by,
I found myself caught in a lie
but nobody believed me then,
and so I soon took up the pen.
I wrote my Auntie Justine Uff
and asked if she could call their bluff
and come up quick with smart refute
so I could soon avoid the 'stute.
Unfortunately, though, you see,
my Auntie did not rescue me
I found myself in jacket white
tied in the back! Oh, what a plight!
I snuck into Nurse Cratchet's den,
logged on 'puter quick, and then
I found myself at Passions door
and soon was trampled down by more
insanity from fellow NUTS
and so I called Sir Seymour Butts.
Sir Seymour lived in piles of sand
beneath the boards in Oceanland.
He said he liked residing there
'cause looking up, he'd get his share
of gorgeous views he'd left Behind.
Sir Seymour was a Lawyer, kind
and gentle in his swift hard pace.
(He once defended Justin Kace).
My brother, Justin Kace, you see,
had ran a stoplight by the tree
in front of cousin Shirley's store;
(Shirley U. Jest), and then once more
he also got my mother free
when she had snatched some hosiery
from People's Drug right down the street.
(I always thought Seymour was neat.)
So, anyway, I telephoned.
But when I called, Seymour was stoned.
All he could do was haw and hee.
(I knew he wouldn't rescue me).
Soon Dr. Moose came in the den
and caught me on the phone, and then
they rolled me out on this small bed
and took me to get zapped, instead.
Because I lied, now don't you see,
the April Fool's joke was on me!
I ended up within that 'stute
almost a year, you can't refute!
And do you know what lie I told?
I dare to tell! Should I be bold?
I'll tell you, friends, if you'll be smart
and promise not to take a part
in lies like this! Now listen, please!
I will not beg you on my knees...
So here it is. The lie I spoke
was quick pretending to some folk
that I was someone else instead
of who I am! Then off to bed
they whirled me to lobotomy!
And claimed my personality
was Double Thyme! They called me NUTS!
So much for phoning Seymour Butts!
The moral is, my Passions friends,
that when some Alias intends
to write a poem fictitiously
and lash out words so viciously...
most likely there is some foul play
within the words that they parlay!
So, April dear, if that's your name,
remember Thyme can see your game
and if you're smart, you'll stop the rue
and fess up soon to what is true!
For if you don't, dear April Fool,
you might not end up back in school.
Instead, you might be in the 'stute
with NUTS like ME! Would that be cute?
Of course, again... I might be wrong...
you could be serious with song
and lyric full of blatant slam!
What do I know? That's why I am
here Justin Thyme to tell you that
some April Fool's ain't where it's at!
Justin Thyme, Recent 'Stute Escapee