The Jester’s Tomb

Part I

Here lies the jester,

near to the Princess.

The provision of humour

his attempts at success.

While the Princess was tearful

he would put on a play,

to bring back her smile

and chase her demons away.

His chances for love

taken through her applause.

Apple of his eye,

a no worthier cause.

While the Princess did weep

and pine for her man,

the jester made merry

upon one man band.

He sang of a young man,

a bit of a tease,

a charmer with good looks

who could talk birds out of trees.

A loyal young suitor

as many would tell,

but his true personality

he did conceal well.

Would be Prince and court drunkard,

a wastrel with gout.

A villain, a swindler

and aggressive no doubt.

They weren’t long alone

when this man sidled in,

smelling of roses

(and discretely of gin)

‘Why are you with the Princess?’

‘Sir I was called on to cheer.’

The cad toppled forward with a terrible leer.

His face red with anger,

he fell all about

‘You blackguard I’ll give you something

you will laugh about.’

‘Come then,’ said the Jester

taking a bow.

‘and for the hand of the Princess,

I’ll dual you now.’

‘Very well,’ said the tyrant.

His blade shone in the gloom.

‘But what would a Princess

See in such a buffoon?’