/// Here at Elsinore, he’s the Court Jester,
but King Hamlet told him to sequester.
Most think Yorick’s a riot
but, the fool can’t deny it—
the Queen doesn’t. He’d never impressed her.
/// Cold Queen Gertrude would crudely attack
how her child and the jester would yak.
There was something amiss
in how often they’d kiss,
when he bore the young Prince on his back.
/// The Queen claimed her naive only son,
to repeat smutty gibes had begun.
And he’d often fall down,
landing hard on his “crown,”
from those “piggyback” rides meant as fun.
/// By the Fall, that fool Yorick was dead.
Should have heeded what King Hamlet said.
With a shovel some knave
dug the court jester’s grave,
and interred first his body, then head.
/// Here at Elsinore, he’s the Court Jester,
but King Hamlet told him to sequester.
Most think Yorick’s a riot
but, the fool can’t deny it—
the Queen doesn’t. He’d never impressed her.
/// Cold Queen Gertrude would crudely attack
how her child and the jester would yak.
There was something amiss
in how often they’d kiss,
when he bore the young Prince on his back.
/// The Queen claimed her naive only son,
to repeat smutty gibes had begun.
And he’d often fall down,
landing hard on his “crown,”
from those “piggyback” rides meant as fun.
/// By the Fall, that fool Yorick was dead.
Should have heeded what King Hamlet said.
With a shovel some knave
dug the court jester’s grave,
and interred first his body, then head.