The Jester
The Jester
The castle page sent for him
And the jester could quickly conclude
That despite a life of grandeur
The king was in a sad mood
His entrance was swift and grand
Sweeping gestures as he advanced
A job all his own, to uplift the throne
As he cavorted about and danced
All the while he couldn’t help but wonder
Why the King always had a sad face
How can it be? If that could be me!
What I’d give to sit in his place!
The king appeared quite amused
Gone was his dark gloomy shroud
As the sure footed merry jester
Delighted both he and the crowd
The Jester proved quite the performer
A minstrel and fine acrobat
He regaled the king with tributes
While wearing his three pointed hat
But secretly the King was longing
Condemned by each royal ancestor
He’d gladly step down and forgo his crown
In exchange for the life of the Jester!
Copyright © Kitty Lou | Year Posted 2017
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