Thus said the King for merriment
and laughter is froth with amusing
antics and grease placed on faces
hidden with happiness and sorrow
does up lift our courts of jester’s
For tragedy and comedy faces
belong on the stage and clowns
lurk beyond the far reaching
pews of the holy priesthoods
flock of noble attire.
They demand deliverance from
ego manic depression and whoring
forgiveness for being good stewards
and following liars of royalty bed
Whilst brushing their elbows at stately
gatherings amongst the pied pipers pipe
as they follow one another like diseased
rats to their slaughter.
Bring in the clowns and let them light
up the palace with bright colors and
foolhardy laughter while the King taunts
his Queen and whispers conspiracy
theories in her ear so tenderly attached
to her artistically made up face and
pampered bee hived wig so stiffly
erected on her shallow composure.
Running behind the throne in mockery
are the clowns so foolish are they
risking their heads to roll for being
who they are such fool hardy fellows
for pieces of eight they give up their
status as gentlemen demoted to clown
status and mocked by the hordes of
squire’s duke’s princes and paupers alike.
Yet everyone needs laughter in their
lives and a clown will fill the bill and
spill their energy or else feel the wrath
of the King and forever be vanquished
from the jester’s court to run amuck
with the friar tuck and drink of mead
wine and pale ale while greasing
their faces no more.
So bring in the clowns and let them
frown with their smiles turned upside
down but should they dare to be
caught with such sad looks on their
No more will they enter the Kings
court for to frown is a clown’s
misfortune and last days in the
presence of all the assembly as
shouts ring out let their heads roll
whilst laughter echoes from the
poet’s hall as they take quill in
hand to pen the sadness of
being a clown.
Bring in the clown’s?
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