The Jester

On one fine morning in the class of 2B,
ebiL was sitting thinking & was quite sleepy,
He’ll only be awake if there are jokes around,
With his friend papa bear being a class clown.
But one day papa bear became tired,
So he decided to pass on his “legacy” & retired,
ebiL was an amateur he wasn’t really that funny,
All papa bear could say was “Jokes come naturally.”

It wasn’t easy being on the stage acting crack wise,
People looking at you expecting a LOL,
But it was a reverse they tease him calling him “bell bell~”.
It was really embarrassing but he took it well,
There were times when he actually breaks the ice,
But there were also times when he was trying too hard,
Time flew by & he increased his collection of joker cards,
It soon developed into a habit & it was his rise.

Being dramatic was the thing he traded for being unromantic,
Imagining him being dating someone makes people barf.
What do I mean? Well just try to be in his shoes,
Every time he says something is like a dart,
It may be a joke but it can still hurt people's heart,
“Not romantic at all.” That’s what his friends said,
“Lol word~ how could he possibly go on a date?”
That was what he really hated about his classmates,

Soon he started to see that he’s everybody’s jester,
Like a celebrity finding love isn’t so easy,
Gone like the wind people forget about him eventually,
Too busy with their lives in every semester,
Can’t really remember the last time he hang out,
Really lonely he really wanted to scream & shout,
That was when he stopped caring so much,
Such as going out, getting wasted & keeping in touch.

If you asked him whether his talent is a gift or cursed,
I don't think the answer would be "It's great!" or "It's the worst",
But oh well...with great humour comes great entertainment,
So jokers be jokin'.