Today was to be the Jester's big day
He knew his neck was in the noose
because the gallows are where he’ll sway
Her wish is to be entertained
The Jester danced for days
He plays the Violin
Telling stories of adventure
Monsters from the best of days
The Jester didn’t have a chance
His glow was not enough
The king drops his paper
The Queen puts down her macramé
The Jester took a fall
landing on his head.
The Princess peeks from her phone
She sighs
and waves the man away
Taking a picture of the Violin
All to remember the day.
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