I come once a year, a day of cheer, A time to laugh and not to fear.
My jokes are many, and some are bad, But they're all in fun, so don't be sad.
I'm not a holiday, nor a festivity, Yet I'm celebrated with much levity.
What am I?
I can generate fear and some say I come out of your ears. I am as quite as a mouse but not welcomed in the house. What am I?
I am born in fear, raised in the truth, and I come to my own indeed. When comes a time that I am called forth, I come to serve the cause of need. What am I?
I control what once was, what is, and what is to come. Some know not to waste me, whilst others take me for granted. What am I?
To some I am considered a doctor, and to many , my title is abbreviated. I was also once a soldier who fought for many years. After many battles I have at last retired and have found other things to do. Who am I?
