On April 1st some people like
To paint a car just like a bike
I do not mind if what I've heard
Is clearly from first sight absurd
So long as it does not cause pain
But's merely meant to entertain
Looks at life in another way
Some write good night when it is day
All of us spend several hours
Walking past dresses showing flowers
And fake eyelashes helping looks
Bookends and coasters carved like books
Did you stop, stare and wonder why
Old church ceilings look like the sky
Statues show babies, holy heads
And sculptures which mimic the dead?
Pictures and texts long past we feel
Were thought by many to be real
But now you can't say girl or boy
People, like things, are all trompe l'oeuil
'though I don't like to waste my time
I'm happy some try breaking rules
If people make themselves look fools
If it will raise a laugh - that's fine
But turn back to reality
Reassuring normality
Admit you wandered off the path
Just briefly to ensure a laugh
So plant fake seeds, write praise of weeds
Present gardens of mad misdeeds
I like surpises, but I'm kind,
Hide morals in bouquet punchlines.
Trompe loeuil painting. Wikimedia. Mario-dorf.
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