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The Holy Jester
poem

The Holy Jester

The world's mother tongue is two-faced, sharp and kind,

One minute, a guardian angel, soft and light;

The next, a silver-tongued trickster, sly in mind,

Bending rules like a boundary-mixer in the night.


It teaches lessons with pranks, then makes you see,

Makes you laugh out loud, then makes you think deep;

The joke lands softly, but the truth sets you free—

A riddle you're meant to hold, not just to keep.


One popular trick plays with emphasis and stress:

Say one word, and meaning twists another way.

For instance, watch how the sounds shift and press:

CON-tract binds you; con-TRACT seals what you pay.


PRE-sent is a gift you unwrap with glee;

pre-SENT is the speech you give, standing tall.

HOT-dog is the snack we relish by the sea;

hot-DOG is a pup panting in the summer squall.


STRIP-ping TIME means hours stolen, gone;

strip-PING TIME is a tease as moments pass.

COLD-feet means nerves when vows are drawn;

cold-FEET means toes frozen on the grass.


Stress as grammar: a beat, a punch, and a press;

Stress as pressure: a knot, a weight, a heavy distress.

English bends rules, holds ground—

A two-faced tongue that teaches as it turns.

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Talk Time With Mimi 🌺 (@talktime_withmimi) 16/09/2026
Well done Dear 🌺
May's Writera (@wwwmarypauln) 17/09/2026
Thank you

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Dressed in words, living in stories
Uyo, Nigeria
Professional overthinker. Amateur human. Writing my way out of reality, into wounds and wonder.

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