"I saw a bloated body as it tool'd downstream - 'twas a man festooned with jewels!" "How long ago? Maybe I can catch him?" [Dives in] this mate, a man who was quite dim. "April Fools', my friend, April Fools'!"This entry was posted in Bergerette, poem, Poetry and tagged Bergerette, poem, poetry by B Gourley. Bookmark the permalink.
