The Jester Poem by Kris topher

Out in the distance a small man was sighted
And all in an instance I was delighted
Just by the thrill of the red and green suit
He smiled and danced while playing his lute

The body was shaped like a freshly cut pear
With the length of a neck that makes you just stare
At the beautiful pine crafted odd looking tool
The sound of his music and jokes made me drool

Over the neck laid six thin strings of steel
All of which those large fingers could feel
His pupils were green with thick eyebrows of brown
But it looked as if though his large mouth had a frown

Lying above his small pinkish lips
His small pointy nose had two freshly cut rips
I called them cuts, since they looked pretty red
But they drew all attention from his round stubby head

His cotton suit covered him from head to his feet
It was kept up real nice, clean bright and neat
The hood on his suit covered his hair
Other than two drooped horns it was quite bare

On the ends of the horns dangled small bells
The left of him green while the right of him red
He was so very thin as if he were dead
His thin little legs were covered in tights
And because of this he got into many fights

The ends of his brown boots curved up at the end
And right in the middle contained a slight bend
He never would talk but only would squawk
All I can tell was that he was a jester
So from here on and out I called him Chester