The Jesters Dilemma.
The Jester's dilemma.
The king demanded salad
but the fare they set before him
was quite limp, and without flavour
so he called upon his jester
to create a fresh concoction
that would bring him great delight.
The king gave him several hours
lest the jesters head go missing
upon failing to produce
produce that made the great king smile .
So the jester went out grimly
on a search for mixed amusement
but the standard market offerings
were not grown to be unique
facing death, with great frustration
he decided to die laughing
he would bring the king a mixture
that would not soon be forgotten.
Then he gathered up a green plant
using tongs and very carefully
not crushing all its crispness,
laid into a silver bowl
sprinkling it with oil, and spices
to the king he hastened quickly
and delivered his last joke
with a slight grin upon his face.
The king quite ravished gobbled
up this new dish with such vigor
while the jester stood by waiting
to determine his successs.
Soon the food ingested brought the
King an itch he could not scratch
he was upchuckling like crazy
it was tickling his belly
better then the jester ever
had brought him to giggling fits.
From his mouth, down to his tummy
all his skin cells set to howling
and the swelling from his salad
split his sides up to his skull.
You could say he laughed his head off
but I think it would be best
to admit the great king's head was
lost to one gigantic scratch
from a zany salad, plucked fresh
from a Poison Ivy patch.
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