It might be seen as a joke --
albeit, of questionable quality --
That it would be the second of April
to feature smashed glasses, scattered cat food,
And arriving at work an hour late to a computer
Completely
Crashed.
Now had this happened to a funnier person,
This poem might justify it all,
But instead I offer the epilogue of a not-so-funny observer
That irony is lost on the mediocre.