Henry Reluctant Designated Jester
Henry never wanted to work in the castle of the king.
And he certainly did not want to be a jester, to joke or to sing.
He wanted to be a squire, but it was not to be unfortunately.
Every single night he was summoned to be the best he could be.
Tonight the piper had already been taken out with an “off with his head”.
Henry knew one misstep or unfunny joke, and he might possibly be dead.
Copyright © Caren Krutsinger | Year Posted 2021
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