April Fools

April Fools, a little poem I wrote last year, and following that, a limerick written for an assignment.  I don't yet know how it did.

April Fools

Raindrops drip-dropping,

Easter hat shopping,

skunks gone all sappy

and really quite stinky

chasing their mates

across dark country roads.

Rabbits hip-hopping,

fuzzy and jumpy,

intent on increasing,

living up to their fame.

Boys think they’re charming

polished and gracious,

their intentions so obvious,

yet girls seem oblivious

for Spring has come

making fools of us all.

...and the limerick--Ed might be an April fool, too:

Consider the guy we called Ed

uncommonly fond of his bed.

When offered employment

said “where’s the enjoyment?

I’m taking a long nap instead.”