Swan Song Poem by Chris Embrick

The fool and the jester performed for the King
They knew no songs or how to dance
Afterward each man received a flogging
They had the heist well planned in advance
Their debut performance brought only jeers
Tomorrow the King gave a second chance
They spent the whole day eagerly drinking beers
They performed a play about misfit drunks
Their act brought laughter, loud applause and cheers
That night they quietly slipped away as monks
Stole a cart and the Vicar's only mule
The Queen's royal heirlooms locked in their trunk
An easy nights work, fair price the jewels
Good fun to please a company of fools.