Realizing his prose would ever go unread,
Yet unwilling that any stone be left unsaid,
The jester, tumbling in moronic jocosity,
Found he left the court in laconic morosity.
So, inside out he turned to poetry instead.
Realizing his prose would ever go unread,
Yet unwilling that any stone be left unsaid,
The jester, tumbling in moronic jocosity,
Found he left the court in laconic morosity.
So, inside out he turned to poetry instead.