Another April Poem
Calling Out April
Damn, April,
since pandemic
you are
abjectly randy,
contaminating
the virtue of
vowels
hastily doping
consonants on
a worn path,
scorching
ears of
jig-saw people,
singing with
malice
"Ha, ha,
niddle-nony,
they some
Potemkin Stupid, ha, ha"
When the
puzzle is solved,
May will un-oyster
you.
Jerry W. Ward,
Jr. April 6, 2021
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