How to properly laugh at a joke.

[poem] A couple of years ago on Saint Patrick’s Day, two of my children decided to set a trap for a leprechaun using fools gold and a jar. They set the trap quietly in some unknown location and waited for the unsuspecting leprechaun. When they checked the jar some time later, they found the fools gold intact and no leprechaun to be seen, but there was a tiny note written in green ink left behind for the unsuccessful captors. Here, as best as I can remember, was the poem written to my children:

A cycle of desire and a mirage for fools…

It needs to stop.

What is it?

A rose may be a rose
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clean bold.

Why this entire world has been duped.

Another tongue in cheek one.

This poem is mainly about a fool who is sentenced to the electric chair. The fate of the fool is death.

Ka powemu kakunena vindere, MuChitumbuka…let go of the folly!