No good can come engaging fools as fools,
Leave fooling for those few who do it best,
who understand, though fooling eschews rules,
the import of the judgement of the jest.
Have all true fools in foolish roles employed,
in wars or sales or screwing lids on jars,
Judge where they’re fit by that they should avoid
such tasks as ill-judged sense of humour bars,
For poor fools fancy they’re the kings and queens
they think their daily audience so dead
as not to judge their foolish utterings.
These naïve jesters loose their foolish heads,
then find decapitation gains attention
where foolish fooling barely got a mention.