The Ball

Well they all gathered there for the ball
And this is what those few watching saw:
Romeo was lonely as per usual
The sorrow he gave and received was mutual
The Queen was lost, her crown sitting alone
The King was there goading all on his own
The Deceiver, his brother, was with some other desperate lover
Figures swayed while music played and the Knight drew his golden blade
Kings were laid while none obeyed and the Bandit broke in, ready to raid
The food grew warm, the punch went cold
And the Liars said that it never got old
In walked the Joker, who never showed a frown
He and the Comedian were one in the same
Both just mockeries of the tortured clown
And neither was even one bit sane
The Hero hid his face as his rival the Villain
Was stealing his place, the bile in his gut filling
Even the Killer was present, charming the innocent
But there was a distraction so their minds were absent
The Queen returned, her visage visibly odd
The King stared while the Joker gave a nod
The music halted most abrupt
As the congregation stared at this wish made corrupt
The Comedian displayed his trick
But all that was spoken was a limerick:
“Come, friends, stare in awe at this sight
The ball must end and I don’t wish to incite
Some form of revolution or uprising
But don’t miss the ever important sizing
Of the Queen’s crown this auspicious night!”
The Joker laughed maniacally at the speech
As only Romeo would have the audacity to preach
Now the Killer was absent, charming the innocent
The King hung his head, out of his infinite talent
The Queen ran defeated, her crown already conceded
The Hero followed suite as the Deceiver desperately pleaded
Not a soul was left in the room
They had all gone off to consol their gloom
So those watching said one thing on his behalf:
“For all his cunning the Joker did have the last laugh.”