The Clown
The clown 's nose
is big and red
To reach the mass's mind he tiptoes
He lies down on his waterbed
The beach leaks , I hear the noise
of the water passing underneath ;he fled
the lies ain't white but the brown toys
we are the ted bears, silently within we bled
the clown's deliberatly to chose
the best audience who would clap
to him, as the growing Pinoccio nose
became a dwelling to the little birds who rap
his lies,swelling the number of birds who lose
their voice to sing, the wing to flap
the nose regularly grows
the spring is to come , the woody nose would chap
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