At the door, on his way out,
Pressing me close to his heart,
Robert whispered in my ear:
“I have something for you dear.”
Led into high hopes, I gasped.
“For real? What is it?” I asked.
“Oh! A load of dirty clothes;
Old shirts to mend, and soiled socks.”
“Laundry?” deflated, I huffed.
“April’s Fool!” he said and laughed.