Here lies the jester,
near to the Princess.
The provision of humour
his attempts at success.
While the Princess was tearful
he would put on a play,
to bring back her smile
and chase her demons away.
His chances for love
taken through her applause.
Apple of his eye,
a no worthier cause.
While the Princess did weep
and pine for her man,
the jester made merry
upon one man band.
He sang of a young man,
a bit of a tease,
a charmer with good looks
who could talk birds out of trees.
A loyal young suitor
as many would tell,
but his true personality
he did conceal well.
Would be Prince and court drunkard,
a wastrel with gout.
A villain, a swindler
and aggressive no doubt.
They weren’t long alone
when this man sidled in,
smelling of roses
(and subtly of gin)
‘Why are you with the Princess?’
‘Sir I was called on to cheer.’
The cad toppled forward with a terrible leer.
His face red with anger,
he fell all about
‘You blackguard I’ll give you something
you will laugh about.’
‘Come then,’ said the Jester
taking a bow.
‘and for the hand of the Princess,
I’ll dual you now.’
‘Very well,’ said the tyrant.
His blade shone in the gloom.
‘But what would a Princess
See in such a buffoon?’…
