08/11/2024
Joseph Fröhlich, the Court Jester.
In the halls where laughter weaves,
Danced Joseph Fröhlich, in bright reprieves.
With cap and bells, he spun his tale,
A witty soul, where others pale.
With jest and jibe, he pierced the air,
A mirror to the kings, laid bare.
In motley garb, he spoke the truth,
A jester's wit, a wise man’s sleuth.
Through laughter’s lens, the world he’d view,
Unveiling folly, both old and new.
He danced on words, a playful sprite,
Turning shadows into light.
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