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