Chester the Jester

Chester the Jester was the best gesture tester
Contorting his mouth and his eyes
And Chester the Jester wore green polyester
From the nape of his neck to his thighs.

But Chester the Jester of southern Leicester
Was in for a spot of surprise
'Cos Chester the Jester had quite the large fester
Growing to'ard his stomach's demise.

Chester the Jester was never a nester
Hadn't money for supplies
So Chester the Jester took out his best pair
Of scissors, and with them incised.

Chester the Jester snipped a vein jes' there
(He wasn't the smartest of guys)
And so Chester the Jester, often sequestered
Spoke out his last goodbyes

The moral o' the tale; if you're being a jester
Of healthy foods, your diet comprise
Or your time as a jester, mayhap a semester
Might end up ending your lives.

The End

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