On the day my father died br i should have been laughing br it was April fools br but the joke was too dear br usually it would be a quip br and we would roar br in bogus laughter br today it was an eternal slumber br and we had to hush hush br patrick would not br sing of old roger now br the lyric would sting br nicole would not play ball br no one would cheer br look at mama sitting br like the world has closed br soon her head will be shaved br and the accusers br will come to say br she killed her spouse br mama will then hold her breasts br like a horrified penitent br and in tears forcibly invited br say it was untrue br the mourners will cry bitterly br but when the food was ready br they would pause and br demand a chicken br before wailing louder br to show their despair br this April fools is dramatic br and even now i br am undecided br on whether i should still laugh br or cry my heart outbr br samuel nzebr br