Casual Clown Does Not Get Riled
Casual clown witch sat dangling her legs on a crate.
Nothing upset her, she leaned into an easy light fate.
Whatever happened did not affect her in the least.
She never got riled, she was the happiest beast.
We asked her about her secret, her motto, her creed.
Easy she replied. I dance, paint, write poetry and read.
I never let anyone else’s mood determine my own.
And if that does not work, I play on my cell phone.
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