Thursday, 6 May 2021

The Goofball

 

It’s about a masked-ball,

And a mere little goofball

Entered into a masked-ball,

Without a mask,

The mandatory pass.

 

Hearing a hysterical laugh

Directed at the odd new comer,

The goofball turned around

Not to check who laughed

But to take a detailed glance

At the high spirited dance

Where fools were fooling

The already fooled.


 

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