7 centuries was time to pass,
I spent it making children laugh,
They always did giggle as they spoke,
of my strange and multi-colored cloak.
They remember my pranks and jokes,
Couldn't wait to imitate for their folks,
I can still see the crowds with their many faces,
Motley clothes and shoes and laces.
And how short did all of that time last,
I made sure to thouroughly enjoy my glass.
Fire whiskey was my normal,
too much of it and no mere human could stay formal.
I loved one lady through all my years,
Never tempted by the many that craved me to call them my dears.
'Twas her I loved and hold in my soul,
as the ages pass that love never grows ol'.
I've met many people in my travels,
To forget a face is to let my mind unravel.
From the city of thieves,
My path does weave,
To the glistening tower,
And the lands others power.
My trip is paid by my gleemans trick,
The pretty roses and coins that I pick.
With a snap of the fabric I'm gone from the stage,
Making my way past both warrior and page.
As they stare up in awe,
At what they just KNOW, they thought, they saw.