The Sarcasmonster

The king was once a prince and the prince was once bullied, 

He was mocked and mocked until jokes themselves were sullied.

So when he lost his father and was crowned king, 

He began to feel every joke was a barb aimed at him.

Little by little he stamped out all humour, 

Until the kingdom hushed, sombre and sober.

Jesters were banned, taverns fell silent, 

Laws were signed declaring jokes violent.

Yet in the great forest one would resist, 

Not on pain of death would this creature desist.

He travelled the forest bringing tears of laughter, 

And everywhere he went was a little lighter thereafter.

He cheered the grieving and lifted the glum, 

Performed slapstick for orphans and made bullies look dumb.

He derided everyone and everything, 

Not least of all their pompous King.

As his fame grew, so did his bounty, 

Until the king himself paid a visit to his county.

He accosted the monster on one of the forest’s green paths, 

And accused his adversary of illegal laughs.

“Well I made what jokes I could your grace, 

But the funniest thing in this wood must be your face”.

“And the only thing criminal is that outfit you’re wearing, 

A fool in fine velvet is really is an odd pairing.”

Needless to say the king was enraged, 

So he placed the Sarcasamonster in his very own cage.

He was dragged to the castle and placed on trial, 

Under the serious charge of causing a smile.

A gallows was built in the castle courtyard, 

And the people gathered so the case could be heard.

The monarch strode out and the people ceased their talk, 

The Sarcasamonster pranced behind, mocking the king’s snooty walk.

The king rounded on the beast and asked “How do you plead?, 

Have you any defence for your many a misdeed?”

The despot surveyed his subjects and felt rather smug, 

Oblivious entirely to the hole he had dug.

In a rare moment of sobriety and with a steely glare, 

The monster turned to the ruler and laid the facts bare.

The joke doesn’t happen in my mouth, it happens in your head, 

And any laughter is proof folks already knew what I said.

We can do our best to resist a smile, 

But the giggle we stifle shows we knew all the while.

And though no one wants to have fun poked at them,

laughing at ourselves is the best medicine.

If you don’t like the joke made at your expense, 

you could take the coward’s way out and find offence.

But you miss a moment to bond with another, 

and miss out on the insight that humour can offer.

The monster paused staring up at the gallows and back to the king, 

Knowing full well what unrepentance would bring.

But his smile grew, as another joke came to mind, 

In the face of death courage was easy to find.

The Sarcasamonster believed in the depths of his soul, 

that he’d rather die laughing than live as half of a whole.

“Well your majesty, if you’d like me to be franker, 

I think I speak for us all when I say you’re a wanker”,

The people turned to their monarch hoping to take their cue from his face, 

Would it be it be anger there, fear or disgrace?

The moment stretched out for what seemed like forever, 

Until a quiet sound escaped his lips no one had heard, ever.

You see his brazen derision had caught the monarch by surprise, 

And a smile formed at the edge of the king’s eyes.

It morphed into a chuckle, then a snort, 

Becoming howls of laughter as he saw the funny side of the retort.

He fell to his knees and rolled about on the floor, 

He and his people, relieved, laughed until they could laugh no more.

After he’d laughed, then the king cried, 

As his harshness softened and a bad part of him died.

He begged his people’s pardon and promised the terror would end, 

And he embraced the Sarcasamonster: henceforth firm friends.

And the king treasured his jibes; and gave plenty back!

He came to see jokes as connection, instead of attack.

You see he wasn’t a monster, he was a friend in disguise, 

Who helped the king see the world through different eyes.

Photo by Bermix Studio on Unsplash

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )

Connecting to %s

%d bloggers like this: