Crusty Juggler
A Poem by Bethany Woody
Deep within the underground
where only corpses can be found
you'll find one who was once a man
who traveled far across the land
given just half a chance
he'd make you laugh and dance
in olden days he was a jester
traveling to give kings pleasure
a trickster tried and true
the Juggler he's known to you
one day a king did not approve
and his head he had removed
laid to rest
in his Sunday best
now trapesing through all know hells
you hear the ringing of his bells
in the ground he mouldered dusty
and is called the Juggler Crusty.
© 2009 Bethany Woody
Author's Note
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The idea for this piece came from a topic thread for one of my writing groups. The person to start the thread picks a topic. Then the next person writes a poem or short story on the topic. They in turn choose the next topic. I was given crusty jugglers by an appearent ICP(Insane Clown Posse) fan and this was what I wrote.
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Reviews
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This was great and I love how you came up with the idea! lol
Loved the lines..................
"one day a king did not approve
and his head he had removed"
Rhymed and it made me grin.
Thanks for letting me know about this one Beth!
Kelley
Posted 15 Years Ago
1 of 1 people found this review constructive.
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Bethany WoodyAtlanta, GA
About
This is my letter to the world,
That never wrote to me,-
The simple news that Nature told,
With tender majesty.
Her message is committed
To hands I cannot see;
For love of her, sweet .. more..
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