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.