The jester’s bells jingled,
swords clashed in the air.
The Princess ran forward
face pale, in despair.
‘Stop this foolish nonsense!’
She arose from her bed,
but the jester lost focus
and a sword smote his head.
‘Call the grave digger,’
said the cad with a grin
and with a click of his fingers
the mortician walked in.
‘That’s the end of the joker,’
said the man with a spit.
‘No longer to charm you
with his foolish dull wit.’
‘Grow some sense you
young lady,’
he said bending down.
‘You are much too old
to be amused by a clown.’
‘He was trying to cheer me!’
The poor princess cried.
‘Well forget about him,
Now I’ll make you my bride.’
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