Jester

The Jester This not my poem, just what someone said on TV. I merely wrote it down, a comedian spoke about sex, come to think of it the joke wasn´t very funny so I decided to ignore it. It´s hard to be a funny man, some of them try so, hard too nervous to stand still prancing about telling a stream of humorous thing end innuendos that are embarrassing and the public laugh and clap. It is ok to be gay if you´re a comedian, flailing arms about and walk funny, and the public laugh and applaud… I met a comedian once in a bar, he was trying to sell time shares and could not stop telling jokes. When I went for a slash – Oskar you are vulgar- he followed me into the loo a never ending stream of jokes, mostly about people who buy time shares. He followed me outside had three dogs in his car and offered me one. Next time I saw him he was trying to sell expensive motor boats, he had gone temporary, wore suit and tie, didn´t recognize me, looked at me with sad eyes… no point telling jokes today. The joke I heard on telly, sorry I have forgotten it now.