The Jester Rictus

The Jester Rictus

A Poem by Sean Eddingfield

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.

© 2009 Sean Eddingfield


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Disturbingly clever. Great wit as well. Kudos.

Posted 15 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

RAWR BABY

LOVE IT

xxx

Posted 15 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

*she smiles*
morbid, and wonderful. definitely brought a smile to my face.
I also loved the nice side of rice line, well placed.

Posted 15 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Damn... I agree with the reviewer before me... this is disturbingly funny. Concise... to the point... but elegantly phrased in a definitely unusual sense of elegance. Either way, I liked it. Take care, and as always, thanks for sharing! =o)

Posted 15 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Oh, man. Disturbingly funny. I like it. But now I'm pretty freaked out by jesters... I love how you used "nice"; it adds a sort of humor.

Posted 15 Years Ago


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