Knights of the Pain Table

A Camelot for Sufferers of Chronic Pain

An Evening of Jest with Sir Dagonet in the Castle of Camelot

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Sir Dagonet – Thy Court Jester & Knight

Art thou ready to spin thy ruby herte and maketh merry. Please poureth a cup a mead and sit upon the emerald chairs of olde antiquite. Methinks it is time to cast thy mind in a joyous melody. Let us commence.

The Serf and the Moth

A serf didst go to see his doctor. The doctor asketh what is wrong and the serf didst say, "Doctor, I thinketh I am a moth."

To this the doctor responds, "You thinketh you are a moth? Well I don’t think thou needs a doctor. I thinketh thou needs a fine therapist."

"I knoweth," replies the serf. "I was on my way to seeth a therapist, but I came in here because I saw thy light was on."

The Webster of Olde

A distraught webster of olde didst visit her doctor with great concern.
"Is is true doctor," she did want to know, " that the herbs and medicine you prescribed for me has to be taken for the rest of my life?"

"Yes, my dear lady, I’m afraid so." the doctor didst say.

There was a moment of silence before the lady of olde replied, "I doth wonder, then doctor, just how serious is my condition, because this presciption is marked… ‘NO REFILLS’."

Brilliant Gems from
The Jester Who Never Got No Respect’ – Lord Rodney Dangerfield

When I was a kid I got no respect. The time I was kidnapped, and the kidnappers sent my parents a note they said, "We want five thousand dollars or you’ll see your kid again."

My uncle’s dying wish was to have me sitting on his lap. He was in the electric chair.

Last week I told my psychiatrist, "I keep thinking about suicide." He told me from now on I have to pay in advance.


Didst Thou Know dear Knights…

"In Shakespeare’s time, mattreses were secured on the bed frames by ropes. When you pulled on the ropes the mattress tightened, making the bed firmer to sleep on. Hence the phrase…."goodnight, sleep tight."


Now that our countenance is made of gladde and light we shall wrap our hertes up for the nyght in blankets of comfort and daunce with the angels. Sleep tight!

With affeccion and swete bliss,

Sir Dagonet
Thy Jester and Loyal Knight of the Pain Table

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