JESTER

JESTER


As I walked among the bodies
their armor was dripping,drenched with blood
lances,swords,battle axes were impaled,
protruding,dangling from mutated carcasses
how lucky was I? not to be a knight.
If I could not make the king laugh,then I would die.
No battles,no wars for me
my weapon was a foolish act
for a smile,perhaps a chuckle to achieve that
is what my life was worth.
Showtime for his majesty is about to begin.
I posture myself in the ring of content
wearing my usual colorful garb,and my faithful
jingle jangle pointy head wear.
I top it off a with small rubber nose,the silence grows.
As I juggle a cup,a vase,and a ball,nothing from the crowd.
slapping my face with a smelly old fish
a snicker trickles from the back,but not to loud.
So moving on to my next folly the time traveled prat fall.
And what a whopper it is,blood everywhere,breaking my nose is all.
Now for the finale, but not to fast.
A not so simple pyrotechnic trick to cast.
First my foot's a flame,then up my leg,now my torso is burning.
I should put it out but the sustained laughter,
it's heightened sound is just what I was yearning.
The clapping,hooting,and hollering,is all I need.
I have done my job,I have done my deed.
If I could not make the king laugh,then I would die.
No battles or wars for me.
My weapon was a foolish act.
They call me the jester.