I see no lakes from Lakeview Boulevard.
There is no mill around the Mill Cafe.
I will not fall for any old canard,
Especially on this auspicious day.

I wasn’t taken in by George Takei,
Whose hosting SNL was just a con,
And I felt wistfulness and some dismay
To know Rosetta Stone won’t teach Klingon.

And yet, the April Fools are laughing last,
Like Tumblr top hats as a badge of pride,
Or those who thought pet clothing to lambast
Whose canine fashions will be bona fide.

And though from pranking I myself abstained,
I always love a day where silly reigned.