Masquerade

now a clown with a frown hides his fear oh my dear for a while has a smile on his face full of grace make up drips from his lips single tear on the smear what a fool with a drool all that plight what a sight children shout fool get out we want fun you have none in the end heaven sent light goes dim no more grin but the smudge holds no grudge harlequin knows his sin finds the cage in a rage lions feast the deceased has a laugh epitaph 06th September 2020