Ribaldo
RIbaldO the Clown
RIbaldO the Clown
he wore a black bandana and no make up yet his eyes were slanted up and
when he was on the street everyone saw a clown he looked like a clown face in
real cheap clothing inn Glasgow the streets pass between and betwixt the fields
are made of grassy things hot yellow flowers and daffodils here comes RIbaldO
he is not really a clown but look closely at the face the eyes the frown YES he
is a clown his girl had left him for another much younger and he had fought
him to the ground leaving him in tatters with a black eye he wept and then the
police had taken him to Glasgow Gaol for two days in the holding cell found his
warrants received notice the warrants are too old let him go he has but
nothing here but miss demeanors only he had returned to the Gaol office to
receive his personal belongings they laughed at his clown eye face a disgrace
they said to clown he is so jealous of his girl he will never get another to come
near the ride to the day use area where he is allowed to roam the beach the
ride to the end of the Trolley out of reach the Ride to the INside of a Clown
the reach around print the tickets out sell them to the highest builders the
tent is going upp the circus is in town wait at the main street is closed the
police in droves holding back the traffic from the elephants long nose and in
the center of the ring the CLown has struck a pose he reaches in his memory
and rides around the ring in a three piece suit no make up is needed his eyes
and now his nose so funny to be seen the children all are laughing the youngs
ones got in free the Circus is the life for me the life for eye the life for Clown
follow the bouncing ball the Circus came to town they hired RIbaldO
what is a bed
what is a bed
the princess and the pea she had a bad back
the pea attacked
she could feel the little green pea under twenty nine mattresses she said to pile
them up until she reached the moon and still got no relief
the bed of cardboard gives me some relief
eye do not need a warm cover in the summer
just a jacket with some sleeves perhaps to lay it over me
like a cover on the cardboard bed
it is better then the dead they lay in splendid palaces of foam padded homes
in the morning when eye rise it costs me nothing to surmise
eye can leave the bed alone waiting for me to come home
unless it rains down from the skies and makes it limp
it will support me in my old age
it still is the flat old bed of choice
when all the material is wet the cardboard lets me down
it keeps the ground from claiming me it keeps me happy on the ground
as the homeless eye lay in dread of the detective will say
the cardboard is stolen he should have used hay
hay in the field is so used
he told me next time to try mulch
mulch mulch better then zilch
eye have the bed of pea that princess left to me
eye roll around the pea and drop off the round to the ground
the cardboard covers up the pea and leaves me off the ground
eye am around
safe and sound ahead
what is a bed
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