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Of the Jubilant Jester
By Racquel Lee
The jubilance of a jester is one to be revered
From the joviality of his heels to the vibrance in his cheer
Steer clear, ones might whisper desperately in your ear
For his boisterous charm may bind you to his whims
Voice as loud as a torrent
Movements as messy as a current
An annoyance to the inhabitants of the stone-cold audience
Fists in popcorn-filled pockets
Or clutched on rust-stained lockets
A sight for sore eyes, for lemon-squeezed sockets
Onlookers might huff indignantly indeed
Plead for his performance to crumble to its knees
Indeed, indeed! One would exclaim with glee
But the jester only smiles, only preens at their seethes
For he himself is merrily happy
Of the attention, of the stares, of the eyes and bodies
Of his song and his dance and his comical hobbies
For he himself is enough; how gaudily naughty!
