Poor Circus Clown
Obadiah Slim, poor Circus Clown,
Always so sad, when the show came to town.
Wide painted smile and ruddy red nose,
Soaked to the skin by a rogue fire hose.
Falling off stilts, cream pie in his face
Wishing to dance, perform with some grace.
Chased by a man, dressed up as a bull,
Foam in his pants, till his trousers got full.
Mummy and Dad, Kids laughing out loud,
A sad little Joker who delighted the crowd.
Under painted smile, was hidden a frown,
Obadiah Slim the poor Circus Clown.
Copyright © Kevin Shaw | Year Posted 2017
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