The Jester Rictus

He lived once... long ago.

There once was a jester called Rictus.

With a big rusty knife he stick'd us.

He cooked us with spice...

and a nice side of rice.

Then out of his teeth he pick'd us.

Author's Note

The jester Rictus was part of a dark travelling carnival in the days of old... he enjoyed the taste of human flesh. He was so dark and bloodthirsty that he once by chance ate the flesh of a Vampire... and fell under the dark curse. He was caught and disembowelled, drawn and quartered, hanged, burned and beheaded and he still refused to die. Finally he was locked away... some say he is living still... and he is still hungry. This limerick is the rhyme the children used to say...

Reviews

[TL Boehm]

Excellent limerick! Sounds like there could be a series of stories on Rictus.