| 07 May 2010
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Down in the cellar the Jester see wine, Holding two bottles 'these shall be mine', Two hours later as drunk as could be, The Jester got brave and climbed up a tree He started to chirp and sound like a bird, For miles around this noise could be heard, But being awoken from his afternoon nap, The King got ready with a gun in his lap He opened the window with the tree in his sight, And positioned the gun, arm holding tight, The shot rang out with deafening sound, And out fell the Jester hitting the ground The King summoned the court and raced to his aid, Horrified at the mistake that he made, Over the field and upto the mound, They got to the Jester as he lay on the ground The King looked at the Jester, 'the fault is all mine, but that isn't blood that is my wine!, Someone's been naughty, and down in my store', As the Jester let out a solitary snore It made the King smile while shaking his head, 'Lets get him back home and into his bed' When the Jester awoke, he was amazed what he saw, One hundred wine bottles that covered the floor One had a note, here's what it said, 'You've learnt a harsh lesson and have a sore head, The lock to the cellar has been changed on the door, So helping yourself will happen no more, These are for you all that is here, These bottles will last you for the rest of the year' After tasting the first bottle of rosy red wine, The Jester assumed all was now fine, But the King's sense of humour you just couldn't falter, As ninety nine bottles were filled with just water. |
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