Ahoy Mates, Wenches -and especially you Fools with your Money,
The finest of artists present for your behest our March theme- “The Fool”
“They said he was a fool, a simpleton and buffoon.
He trifled in mirth and toyed in idle sport and swoon.
He was silly, stupid and wasted time with worthless play,
The brunt of jokes, he was easily deceived in a shameful and mortifying way.
But it is this fool I must defend.
You see, for me he was my friend.”
A fool I have been called.
I dream too often, of foolish things.
I follow my foolish heart.
Foolishly I pull for the underdog.
A fool, have I been compared too.
I strive for my foolish dreams
I give my foolish heart anything.
I follow honor instead of greed.
A fool, proudly I am.
Those dreams have given me direction
That heart has been my happiness.
My prosperity is my pride, not any currency.