The Clown

Hurrah! Hurrah! Three cheers for the clown! A sing-song incantation of both old and young His witty arsenal and outrageous antics Kept them screaming in fits of hysterics Why do they scream? This contortion isn't funny I only wanted to catch a glimpse of my beloved Jenny The joke is on you folks, you think this is just a show But behind this carefree mask, dark streams of sorrow flow Ah! There she is, sitting near the theatre's end And this well- dressed fruitcake must be that new boyfriend My eyes are burning, knees wobbling, crowd thinks I am just faking Fools! The tears are genuine, I am really crying Jealousy is shooting fiery darts inside my head Three hoots for your stupid cheers, my heart is cold as lead. Over standing ovation rings Irony's hideous laugh Mocking the clown that played the Great Pretender part While inside he was dying of a broken heart.