Sense Sonnet - Tickler

April Fools

April, the month for poetry.
Great poets note of that in verse.
The pundits poemize D.C.
Where cherry blossoms cloak the curse
Of politicians fiddling 'round,
Wreaking havoc time after time.
No common sense e'er to be found,
Foolish without reason or rhyme.
If only romance were the cause.
With Spring time sun shining some proof
Why fools feel April's spell and 'twas
Why politicians love to goof.

We governed have little to cheer.
Gov goofiness goes on all year.