Friday, February 04, 2005
The Fall of the King
There used to be three of us, once a very long time ago when we were kids. We were like the Jedi Knights of Humour. I called us the Kings of Corn. We were nuts, and gosh dang it we were funny.
We seized every opportunity to create humour, to make people laugh with us. To poke gentle fun at other people.
Sometimes we cracked weird jokes nobody else got; sometimes we cracked really bad stonkers on purpose, and laughed wryly at ourselves.
We nibbled at each other like puppies, nipping in mock-battle sometimes, in the name of fun.
We were invincible. We were indomitable.
And then I met Her. One of the Queens.
I wasn't vanquished by Her, I don't think. I held my own (sometimes), and I gave as good as I got.
I like to remember us as foils to each other's wit.
It's probably just in my imagination though.
It was losing Her, I think, that changed me.
Tonight something happened.
And it made me think.
Maybe the King that really fell...
... is me.
We seized every opportunity to create humour, to make people laugh with us. To poke gentle fun at other people.
Sometimes we cracked weird jokes nobody else got; sometimes we cracked really bad stonkers on purpose, and laughed wryly at ourselves.
We nibbled at each other like puppies, nipping in mock-battle sometimes, in the name of fun.
We were invincible. We were indomitable.
And then I met Her. One of the Queens.
I wasn't vanquished by Her, I don't think. I held my own (sometimes), and I gave as good as I got.
I like to remember us as foils to each other's wit.
It's probably just in my imagination though.
It was losing Her, I think, that changed me.
Tonight something happened.
And it made me think.
Maybe the King that really fell...
... is me.
