There once was a clown name of Marty.
Whose circus performance was one big party.
He made people laugh
but that's only the half.
His appetite was very hardy.
Not for food, though he did like to eat
but for people he wanted to meet.
He went to great measures
to bring them all pleasures.
But a clowns life was filled with big feet.
He wanted to try the trapeze
and fly through the air in the breeze.
But his nose started twitching
and then began itching.
He lost balance and started to sneeze.
Agony of "defeet" made him funny.
He rubbed them with loads of bees honey.
But being a clown
kept his libido down.
Now he walks tightrope counting his money!
For David Williams Circus contest