The Laughing King

The Laughing King

Once upon a time, in a land not far away,

Laughter was all that'd be heard through the day.

For it had a king whose all interests lay,

In laughing at jokes throughout the day.

The king in his dwelling had a score of clowns,

Professionals, hired from the best of towns.

Practical jokers too, were high in demand,

To quench the laughter of the king of the land.

The battalion of clowns and the army of jokers,

All had the same job offers:

Keep his majesty's pot belly jumping up and down,

And take home his own weight of silver crowns.

For money to the state was secondary,

And a happy king to the people meant prosperity.

But even when the things were all good and smooth sailing,

There certainly were lots of serious things worth discussing.

And so the ministers would hold a grand meeting,

For the king, there'd be arranged a special seating.

And while the ministers would argue and debate,

The king in his chair, would keep shifting his weight.

And would occasionally wipe some sweat off his brow,

He'd wish he could just run away from there somehow.

He'd really miss all the clowns and their jokes,

And would sadly wait for the arguing folks.

To just come to an agreement for a second!

Huh... I hope it doesn't take long he reckoned.

And then! As if by magic they all stopped!

And brought forth a new resolution to adopt.

Finally, the king had been relieved,

A long sigh of relief he heaved.

And he could now attend to the more important matters at hand,

Like laughing his wits off till no more jokes he could stand.

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