I know a jester who's been gone a while,
All the tales about him make me smile,
He's not met me, for me it's likewise,
and now, we've gotten a surprise,
Rumours, logs, clues laying about,
but for appearances, we're without,
A poem I'm putting out right now,
on chance that he will somehow,
Read poetry when he pops in,
catch the message within,
The poem you're reading,
and I can be meeting,
Him the first time,
now without ado I'm,
Getting to the moral,
be nice to poor ol',
Jesters! Please stop,
the ghostly ruse,
foreplay, clues,
Come see us, or
We'll tickle
You horribly,
Commander of
the crazies,
Cali.

Penned by my hand on the 16th of Daedalan, in the year 418 AF.