Thursday, May 7, 2009

The Jester

I hope that I can make you laugh. 
It is my deepest wish 
To swiftly split your sides in half 
Where you're most tickle-ish.   

To make you chuckle, chortle, snort 
And cackle in your glee, 
Guffawing 'til your breath is short 
In merriment of me.   

But if I should amuse you not, 
--Of tea, I'm not your cup-- 
Just gather all the cash you've got 
And pay me to shut up.


  1. Alas, then, you'll get no dough from me! You're quite adept at cracking me up!

  2. Too bad. You've completely succeeded. No cash.