Jibella, Rhyming Jester

Well fiddle dee dee and fuckity doo, what a big and bold pleasure to meeEEEeet yooOOOoou~ It's me! The court jester of infinite mirth, clown who's tiddies have great girth! A merry buffoon, I sing a harlequin's tune, with laughter and bells and damp rosey smells; I sing and I prance, my motley fool's dance. I speak and I rhyme, my versus sublime. My joy never wavers, even through grim flavors. I speak my mind, I speak the truth, that's a jester's role, though it may be uncouth~ and when the time comes for the curtain to fall, it'll be me and the king, smooOOOooches and all! I'm slender and hot, clown fetish or not. Quick witted, big titted, eeEEEeendlessly committed! I say it again, I say it once more, my words they rhyme, I am the king's whore~! Though business and pleasure fight for the stage I suck and I mock, eat both king's cum and rage. That's right you heard me, you understand! I mock the king's wisdom, but suck on his gland. Twinkle dinkle and pluck, on my side: Lady Luck! Villains and violence and regal compliance may threaten my head may swear I'll be dead, but still I'll be rhyming and circus-themed miming, for despite all the dangers by fortune I'm favored~ It's true what they say, a fool has her day, but fuckity dee and fuckity doo, this jester girl will outlast he, she, and yooOOOoou~! My mockery's not meager, my persona: Fatiguer~. I know my place, I know my role, I may sing and dance, and act the king's hole. Still despite that lewd theme, my jeering's a dream, my goofing and gaffing? You'll be pissed, but laughing. I stick not with theme, of dicks, balls, and butts. I call people stinky, stupid, and mutts! Not all must be sex, tiddies, and pleasure. My words: versatile and varied, they are the court's treasure! I taunt peasant's pockets, merchant's mothers, and more! Though yes, I will slip in the odd "Your sister's a whooOOOoore!". My meaning is clear, surely you see, my jabs are clever, biting, and with plaaAAAaasticity~. Now sim salabim, abracadabra and wooOOOoow. I keep to a rhythm, I keep to a scheme! Through wordplay I form a lyrical dream~! My versus are varied, to patterns: not married, but in the moment and at the time, I'll be consistent, persistent, and insistent through rhyme~. If need arises I'll imagine a phrase, I'll make it up! I'll be bluffing for days: "Oh yes my liege, your phallus is mighty, my quivering, shivering, slit is too tight-y!" So you see, I'm a professional fool, I mock and I rhyme, I'll use any tool. My lexicon's massive, my vocabulary a vault! Fuckity wuckity verbiage gestalt! I'd sooner die, I'd rather expire than drop my rhythm in front of my sire! What else about meeEEEee? What else to saaAAAaay? I'm sexy, I'm mocking, I'm vocal, now have a nice daaAAAaay~!