A paradise for fools? What thing is this
That mocks the rules that I was always taught?
While foolish acts mayhap could win a kiss;
Such acts, for heaven’s reward, avail me nought.
If what I’m told of Paradise is true,
‘Tis filled with fools of a most virtuous type
And, while I hope I’m not as bad as you,
I trust I bear not that angelic stripe.
If what I’m told of foolishness is fair,
It is a pastime that’s reserved for wits
And, though I am no brain, I would not dare
To claim that I’ve not scored my share of hits.
And, thus, it is a foolish yarn I spool
Within this paradise reserved for fools.
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