The Laughing Grimoire: A Jester’s Guide to Chaotic Enchantment

In pages inked with mirth and madness,
Lies wisdom cloaked in joyous gladness.
A tome of spells both wild and wise,
Where logic bends and reason flies.

To charm a moon, you’ll need a spoon,
And scatter dreams beneath the noon,
The stars will sing their silent hymn,
When chaos swirls in glassy brim.

For love that lasts beyond the grave,
Tickle a stone and make it wave,
Then dance backwards through the rain,
While juggling fragments of your brain.

To see the future, clear and bright,
Wear your shoes upon your sight,
Whisper secrets to a cloud,
And somersault while thinking loud.

For wealth beyond your wildest dreams,
Knit a sweater from sunbeams,
Plant a garden in the air,
And comb the tangles from your care.

To gain the strength of ten strong men,
Arm-wrestle with your shadow, then
Drink the laughter of a tree,
And cartwheel through eternity.

For wisdom vast and deep and true,
Paint your thoughts in octopus blue,
Read a book that’s yet unwritten,
By the light of socks fog-bitten.

To break the bonds of space and time,
Juggle moments, yours and mine,
Sneeze a rainbow, taste the dark,
And pirouette from dawn to dark.

In jest and riddle, spell and rhyme,
The jester weaves a tale sublime.
For in the heart of foolish things,
The truest magic often springs.

So heed these words, both odd and fair,
And cast your spells without a care.
For in the chaos of the jest,
The universe reveals its best.