Tales and Art in a Small Scale with a Big Heart

It Was All for a Jest



I went to the woods one day
Though heard there had been
Other people there in the hay

So I took my boy with me
To test them stories
And see what might be

It was all for a jest
But my boy was gone
And futile was the quest

A day and a night went by
But I found him in the end
Sitting on a rock like a pitiful sight

He was mine no more
Something else had become of him
Something gore

And it was all for a jest
But the real target was me
‘Cause what I got back was a pest


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