A Joker

Have you ever seen a boy
whose job was not as a knight?
but he was a very fine boy
he made his king laughed every night

He was hired there to dance
on an expensive shiny carpet
His feet were so footling
cramming each nobleman's belly

But felt so sad - long nights
On his little hut he was so lonely
Desperately he thought those things
alone but with his feet

The seasons passing by
No closed eyes in the night
He killed his breath with jumps
Moving here moving there, no sit!

So again he danced,
but the king became disappointed
It seemed no fool dance anymore
No wonder, five kicks on ass he deserved for

No more money would for the next few days
Was it wrong not to win those rounded bellies?
Lost that expensive shiny carpet for the night
but has sold his breads for his feet

Yes, he had foreseen that fate
He chose not to live enslaved in that castle
Forgot the luxurious life forever
and live heavenly with those feet!