The Joker

All is forsaken.

Quoth they, their own haven.

The joker will hide it away.

Take it and boil.

It's secrect is coiled,

in the recipe for children who don't play.

Oh it is night!

Or day?

I can't tell.

An old wife's tale of a time when joy fell.

But just wait til morning,

the sad songs may cease.

Hide them in cloth, work, and deceit.