Servant? Come-hither.
Pull these cursed contraptions from my feet
And hear me Jest!
No, don’t heed my toes,
They wriggle for rage!
Vile worms, Quit this dance
For I know I was not selected;
You needn’t natter.
Servant, what is the difference between
Worms and writers?
Well, worms are hilarious.
Why don’t you laugh?
Do you know what you have in common with God?
Denial!
Quick, tell me some jokes should the King enter,
And take off my socks and rub my feet.
What is that face?
I know you’ve smelled worse as
I’ve been in your chambers and- hey,
I told you not to heed my toes!
They wriggle for joy;
Thank God that garb wasn’t published.
