Plan of Chicot Fails
Chicot was worn out from being humorous all the time.
He got more and more depressed the funnier he was.
The king had demanded his presence at a quarter to nine.
He sat and studied his jester suit with the bits of fuzz.
If I bomb this, they will cut my head off he thought…forthwith.
He decided to add this to his act, thinking he would gross them out.
Then they’d drag him out, and his misery would be over with.
But they loved it the best. Showed their appreciation with many a shout.
Copyright © Caren Krutsinger | Year Posted 2022
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