Dear Anannya, (with gratuitous but meaningful poetic image) #happylabourday

 

Because I was tasked with not working today
I produce for you this labourless lay.
Poetry, as we know, is the work of fools
We use no implements, no workman’s tools.
‘Tis but the froth of useless vanity!
Some might say it prevents insanity.
At any rate, Anannya my dear,
April is my most looked-forward-to
Month of the year. When all the world’s
An image to the restless eye, and
Rhythm and rhyme is all I hear. Some
Days you could call it versified fear.
All of which is to say that I,
In words, the value of which many would dispute,
Present to you this, my heartfelt, annual, tribute.