Silly Old Jester

They call me a silly old jester A title I'm proud to possess Love making people titter and giggle Some dribble all over their dress Don't mean to cause embarrassment If some of you can't keep control Numerous trips to the little boy's room Heading straight for the porcelain bowl Hope it's not causing mental anguish If you soil your tighty whities Or when you ladies start squirming around As you sit there in your nightie Forgot to tell you, got your place bugged I can see right into your home You know up there on your mantelpiece There's a camera inside that gnome Some consider it an invasion of privacy But it's good for this old grey noodle Watching you giggle and wiggle about Having fun like a frisky young poodle They call me a silly old jester A title I'm proud to possess An honour I'll cherish till my very last day Make 'em laugh, that's my lifelong quest © Jack Ellison 2012