Jester Runs for a Royal Seat
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The Jester tumbled in
with his fancy footwork
into the castle's great hall,
raising his arms, waving to all.
He's dressed from head to toe
in humorous multi-coloured attire
and red pointed shoes.
Tied around his painted clown face,
a funny pointed red ball hat with silver bells,
ringing as he pranced.
In his hand a square bird that doesn't eat
and all it does is tweet, tweet, tweets.
His fans stand up clapping their hands,
yelling with loud cheers;
a bunch of local yokels full of ale and beer.
Then, someone calls his name in a chant,
“Jester, Jester, Jester!”
They all join in.
The Jester said,
“Stand up and place the outcome of the future in my hands.”
As the minstrel's play, “This Land is Ours.”
Poor fools didn't understand.
“Let's raise the mortal alarms,
and let me wear the crown.
I promise to build a great wall
and keep all the clowns out of town."
With all the charm he could muster
for a roaring storm,
he leaps making promises he never keeps.
He dances and prances
with a pinch and a grab to their tender form.
“Nobody but I, deserve the crown
because I’m the best.
I’ll make everyone grovel
down on their knees
and have them all kiss my royal gown.
If I can't cut the mustard
and spread my seed,
underneath a heap, take heed.
I'll fire anyone that stands in my way
and replace with my family and friends in royal seats,
to accomplish all off my promised feats.
Be warned, I am here to stay."
Not for the contest
Copyright © Eve Roper | Year Posted 2017