The Jim Jam of Jinkery
A storey of a jester in JenorahCity
Oneset upon a rhymey-thyme, thar whar a widowwatcher who wishet to be known to such as King’s lone lusty daughter. But ne’er she tooks no notis ‘til the day Said passed away, When His royal arse and crown in Sudden death caused disarray.
The caurt jester, Jinky Jim was a laughing-stock they say. His high jinks kept the King and caurt amus-ed aul the day. With silly songs entertraining, and provided distraktions from problooms heavy and discontent of the factions.
Jenny. Ohhh, Jenny is her name, and jumpin’ jehosaphat She’s a busty beauty — thar’s no denying that. Her blood being royal, no obstackle foil. She kept Jimmy’s blood inna high-on-to-boil.
And so, the day that the royal Prince — heir apparent, Was crowned in all pagentry, whit’ wonders inherent Jenny-JinkJim become one Under castle and moon In unceremonious union they swooned.
Oneset flutter in the kloset becomes order of day. Jinky Jim passed nightly in secret to Jenny’s arms gay. All is well until the new King discovered Jinky-pinky Whit’ voice, calling Jim to him — wrathful and ranky.
“Willst thou entertain a bored King, Jinky Jim?” baiting him, pretending he called, as if on a whim. “But of cours sire. You have but to ask,” Jimmy juggling the spoons and goblets to task.
“Is your work not enough for thee?” called the King out loud. Jimmy dropped a candlestick; he ducked and he bowed. “I’m always haer for your amusement, my King. Whate’er you need, I am happy to bring.”
“Then it please me to warn — do not take this as jest. Jenny’s not for your bedmate, nor your comfort to rest. Should I find you unbeying, a harshness requireth and punishment terrible it may inspireth.”
Jinky Jim, begged for mercy — dropped hisself to the floor. On bended knee promised and thus he foreswore, Henceforth he’ll leave the princess alone Ne’er agian to call on her intimate throne
But he found that he hadn’t the stren’th to break off And he continued his frequently wanking, the toff. The upshot and saddley, Jinky Jimmy — the Jester was banished from kingdom — forever bar-red to enter
Ne’er agian to sing, dance, romance, or pester Fortunate having all his members not fester In exile condemned to wander alone Ne’er again to find hisself safe and at home
Jim Jam, the Jinky now counts hisself lucky to have once known a princess — her peaches so plucky In spite o’ his fillandering and fuckery horny he barely escaped the fate of eunich-kornery.
The King rooled the country whit’ wise evenhand While Jinky was tested in exil-ed land Thus ends the story of sweet inamorata and her Jim-Jam the Jinky — persona-non grata
Jinkfoolery much too extreme for the king and banished for dalliance — Jim forced to take wing He stole the royal stallion, a galloping clown Jesternowocky raced zoom out of town.
A moral be drawn from the story to hand, that women love men who draw laughs on command but should it be forbid by royal decree, then at your own peril, enjoy fuckerey.
It could have been worse, and so much more gritty for the infamous lovers in ending this ditty. The fate of this couple, born privileged and pretty Bespeaks the King’s justice in JenorahCity.
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