That is Priceless by Steve Melcher for April 01, 2024

Harold found out that it takes more than just a good sense of humor to get the girls.

/// Here at Elsinore, he’s the Court Jester,

but King Hamlet told him to sequester.

Most think Yorick’s a riot

but, the fool can’t deny it—

the Queen doesn’t. He’d never impressed her.

/// Cold Queen Gertrude would crudely attack

how her child and the jester would yak.

There was something amiss

in how often they’d kiss,

when he bore the young Prince on his back.

/// The Queen claimed her naive only son,

to repeat smutty gibes had begun.

And he’d often fall down,

landing hard on his “crown,”

from those “piggyback” rides meant as fun.

/// By the Fall, that fool Yorick was dead.

Should have heeded what King Hamlet said.

With a shovel some knave

dug the court jester’s grave,

and interred first his body, then head.

Hey, Joe, quit fooling around with your ‘little jester’

That’s the thing about being a jester – you can play with your rod in public and not end up in jail.

Is there a trapdoor in those red long johns?

Stultissumus couldn’t help gloating about his custom-made PEZ dispenser. Yum! Toasted Hungarian Paprika flavor! Dierdre the chamber maid would be impressed.

First paddle ball prototype.

Suddenly skeptical of the internet ad that is supposed to make something “three inches longer”

We all laughed when he ran out of red!

Is the April fool?

His routine is simple: Touch his bauble with a feather, then take a drink; touch it again, take another drink; repeat until the bottle is empty.

With feather and paint, he repairs / The damage suffered, with delicate care / The nose, it was chipped / When he attempted a flip / And ended up falling down stairs.

Longing for the days you could walk through the woods without being shot at, Robert Frost now wears blaze orange before taking the road less traveled.

There once was a jester named Lester/

His King he’d persistently pester./

He told truth to power/

Which swiftly went sour/

(He was also a lousy investor).

“It’s absurd. Royal order or not, there’s no way this will fit up THERE.”

And today we celebrate the 134th anniversary of the invention of “the cat toy”!

Doesn’t look like him.

Aging jester, with medical bills, contemplates having to sell his jester puppet that he got at graduation from jester school.

Touchstone, As You Like It … Shakespeare

I thought it was his selfie.

“Ack! Mom was right. I just went blind.”

The jester acting like the King while the King is away.

Credit to P51 Strega for the idea:

His career rather swiftly unraveled/

When he took to the road less traveled/

And discovered it led/

To the loss of his head/

When the King unaccountably caviled..

The Court Jester: 

Paste (including the quote marks) 

"Category:John Watson Nicol" Wikimedia 

(syntax supported by the Google, Bing, Yahoo, DuckDuckGo, Ecosia and Yandex search engines) in the browser address bar (or search for it using one of those search engines) and choose the first Category: found and once there find the text string Court, and click its link for info and links that point to more info about this roughly jumbo envelope size, painting. 

Again, a larger strip image is shown by (Ctrl- or right-) clicking the image in Mr. Melcher’s MASTERPIECE #3296 (March 31, 2024) blog entry, accessible by the Check out the blog! box after the last comment, and using the dropdown menu (even larger, if you trim what’s after .png from the URL). I have added a comment there pointing to the blog entry with my comment pointing to info about this artist I used to point to here. So far, 2 works by him have been used here (4 times total, including 2 Classic repeats of the other), the October 24, 2023, strip being the prior (a repeat).

Well that certainly was an April Fool joke on me when my girlfriend told me she would give me “a little head.”

gay old man deciding where to put " jester on a stick"’.

I would rather be making voodoo dolls … but hey, it’s a living.

“Now art thou what thou art, by art as well as by nature, for this drivelling love is like a great natural that runs lolling up and down to hide his bauble in a hole” Romeo and Mercutio (and yup, a Bawdy Bard phallic joke.)