The Jester

The Jester

 
A realist, of the hardened romantical sort;
The wealth of a nation, housed in Knox’s fort.
 
Happy endings that only come in fairy tales,
Suffering, we escape to the bodies of whales.
 
A jester always comes to brighten up the mood,
Lest we be left, in despair, nothing left but to brood.
 
Divine inspiration that elegantly mocks the fool,
So kings like Henry, in madness, remain cool.
 
Pay attention to the delivery of ancient chivalry,
Like a ploughman with yoke, concealed in ribaldry.
 


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