by Laurie Razor
April 1st. NaPoWriMo/GloPoWriMo Entry.
this Queen's fool busks for bread.
No patrons come, he soon may drown,
in sunbeams, turning red.
A-juggling bats on grayed concrete,
thick greasepaint masks his tears.
He cannot mend his aching feet,
same story now for years.
Performing in the summer heat,
not nothing keeps him down.
It matters not, he can not eat,
applaud this sad old clown.
His offspring fill his weary head,
whilst others drown their fears,
Prideful of this life he's led,
their jeering all he hears.
But hopeful is this ancient fool,
of future enterprise.
This prankster's brood follows his school,
of fun or otherwise,
he'll pester his ancestor,
the Jester from Algester!