Tatters
I was a jolly good clown
Who never once had a frown;
Whenever I was in town
I used to bring the house down.
I once saved a kid from trouble
But lost my voice in the struggle;
My people left me, on the double
They felt I was not worth their trouble.
I’m now a clown who never chatters
Who, on big shoes, absurdly patters;
Although my own life is in tatters
Making kids smile, is now what matters.
04.01.2023
Tatters Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Mystic Rose Rose
Copyright © Veena Venkat | Year Posted 2023
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