The Jester
He was to be at the palace in the morn',
but his wine delayed him until noon.
"The King will feed my head to the dogs!"
he panicked.
So nervous he was, that his clown make-up
was all mixed up, his shirt was inside out,
and his trousers were worn back-front.
Akin to a madman he ran as fast as he could
to meet the king.
He leaped past the guards with his banana-looking
shoes, then ran to kiss his King's foot,
as a way of seeking forgiveness.
The King's rage because of the Jester's delay
turned to laughter, when he saw how funny
he dressed and looked.
The Jester's expectation to be executed
turned to bliss, when the King rewarded
him a chest of gold!
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