Caren Krutsinger Poet Rhyme

The Jester and His Song

The girl got her head sliced clean through with a machete,
Because she laughed at the wrong time; her name Marguettie. 
The Jester heard it and made it into his latest song about a fem.
He song it to kings across Scotland, laughing with them.

The jester, name of Winston, sang it high and he sang it low,
This was a soon a cheerful melody the courts would all know.
The kids in the village picked it up from their masters and sang it too. 
They sang it when they were happy, excited, irreverent and blue.

They sang it while they washed the dishes and made the beds.
They sang it at the top of their lungs until it came loudly out of their heads.
When Jester returned to his wife for his yearly vacation of two weeks,
He tiptoed in to look in on his daughter, name of Meri-Queeks.

How could you have not heard? His wife asked. I sent you word.
Meri-Queeks was killed accidentally by a machete dropped by a bird.
The jester now hears the song about Marguettie,
But he no longer smiles or laughs as he consumes his spaghetti.

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Gershon Wolf May 9, 2021 at 6:52 PM Yes. Hard for the jester now to digest his jest... The only question I have is, how can the bloke still eat spaghetti? I'd be too grossed out. I remember watching my kids eat spaghetti a long time ago while they were watching Indiana Jones and the Temple of Doom, the scene where he reaches in and snatches a heart. I almost fainted away. My then 10 year old daughter merely said, What's wrong, Dad? And merrily continued to chomp her spaghetti. OMG! Smiles, Caren. :) gw Caren Krutsinger May 10, 2021 at 11:18 AM I love spaghetti; I doubt a surgeon can eat it though.