The Jester

The circus's princess, call my receptive ears picked up
the euphony appealed to me.
The call was not meant for me, her heart wished
for the dashing lion tamer.
Me, the clown, she liked to tease I took my mask off
and entered the lion’s den, the animals rolled over
laughing, as only big cats can do, as did
the audience, the lion tamer was not pleased I had
ruined his act.
The princess too was amused too
I'm unconsciously funny, fated to evoke
mirth, but not the sigh of love