Who Ya Gonna Fool on April 1?

     April Fool’s Day is upon us, and even in this serious Age of Coronavirus, I’m on the alert for what might happen. In the past, I’ve found my underwear drawer empty or pine cones in my bed.     That’s nothing compared to a BBC broadcast showing Swiss farmers harvesting fresh-grown spaghetti from trees. People called in asking where they could buy these plants.     
     Who can believe anything anymore? Cats playing piano - I believe that. A politician apologizing - I don’t believe that.   
      One thing you can believe is that humor is healthy. Gelotology, the study of laughter, has determined that a guffaw is good medicine. So here’s my April Fool’s Day blessing:     
     May your pranks be painless, your laughter sublime. Your pleasure sweet, like a soft ringing chime. But thoughts escape me, I’ve run out of rhyme. So I’ll end this here 'cause it ain't worth a dime.