Comedienne
A Jester’s Tale
She was not a learned sage,
for she is naught but jests,
especially for consensus
she could not care less.
Making many courts merry
saved her being so
possessed.
With bells on her toes and hat,
she jingles as she falls
and always tumbles out of it,
with laughter had by all.
Oh they rarely question
if it was truth or just a play,
always softly chiming
as she walked away.
But, a whimsical mirror
to all the courtesan games,
it’s not customary for a fool
to remember all their names.
Thus, having no station
agreed to no agreements —
just a wisp completely free
to change in a moment’s hence.
Unbound by propriety,
she draws outside the lines,
does cartwheels on red carpets,
while singing ludicrous rhymes.
Reveling on the outside,
an untethered marionette,
twirling with bells on
in joyous pirouettes.
