Once upon a time there was a clown in the kingdom.
With a humour so hilarious, every pun withheld some wisdom.
Of course, the king was too ignorant to understand.
So, he swore to settle scores if nothing changes in the realm.
Right at the beginning nothing seemed so bad.
All that he wanted was to wake some sense into this lad.
The lad being the prince, a little punk with no remorse.
Even those ones he called his friends,
who admired him the most, left him all alone,
as he took a turn for the worse.
The king was not so bright, but proud of his offspring.
And the clown was getting fed, by the jokes of this shoestring.
They were all distasteful and harming at times.
Someone was needed to make him pay for his crimes.
With that in mind,
the clown began to conceive a brilliant plan.
To get rid of this sickness, of this arrogant man.
So, the act of revenge on this sunny day began.
“Hello, dear prince, you are a sight of a man,
Truly without fear, with the pride of a prince that can,
Decide about the life and death… of many.
Yet you must be careful,
Because I´ve heard about this clan
They´re not scared of anybody and not afraid to scam,
Even the prince.”
“Well, jester, rest assured I will make them pay,
I swear it by the crown, I will have my way.
And at the end of this day, they will sure obey.
So, you better start to pray… for them.”
The clown thought for himself:
“This is even better than what I did had planned.
All I have to do, a little longer to pretend.
That he´s the boss.”
“Oh, you mighty prince, one last piece of advice.
Make sure you go alone, your strength will suffice.
And at the end you won´t have to split the greatest prize.
The glory.”
“You are indeed an intelligent creature, dear clown.
Now, please, until my return, hold my dearest crown,
And go away.”
The clown obeyed and went about his day.
With a smile so sinister, a terror to display.
And our prince was on his way,
to where the clan supposed to be,
Yet instead of humans,
he found three hungry grizzlies.
Or shall we say that they found him?
Anyway, what happened is far much to horrifying… to describe.
So, what did people learn in this little town?
Don´t be rude to nobody even if you wear a crown.
Because you might stumble upon a mighty killer,
Who pretends to be a clown,
So he can pay his dinner.
- Author: Son of a foreign man. (Pseudonym) ( Offline)
- Published: June 21st, 2023 12:00
- Category: Reflection
- Views: 3
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