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ArtistThe jester dances and juggles sand and toast. Paint falls off the ladder onto a man. A black cat dances and a mirror gets broken. The twin clock strikes 13! Chaos everywhere!
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On April Fools’ at half past noon,
I whistled at a skeptical spoon,
Then knocked on wood (but missed the chair),
And swore I felt bad luck in the air.
A black cat crossed with narrowed eyes—
I tripped and blamed it (no surprise),
Though truth be told, I’d tied my shoe
To the leg of a goat I never knew.
I broke a mirror—just a crack!
Seven years now chasing me back,
But honestly, it slipped from my hand
While I was juggling toast and sand.
I walked beneath a ladder tall,
A bucket wobbled—SPLAT!—that’s all.
Paint in my hair, dignity gone,
I curtsied politely and carried on.
A raven cawed, the clock struck thirteen,
My socks mismatched—what could it mean?!
I gasped, “This day is clearly cursed!”
Then laughed… because I’d planned it first.
For April Fools’ is sly that way—
It tricks your fears out into play,
And all those signs of doom and dread
Are just confetti in your head.
So step on cracks! Let ladders sway!
High-five a cat along the way!
And if bad luck comes knocking near—
Tell it, “Wrong house, fool—try next year!”