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.
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