Best Clowning Poems
I remember once dating a clown
In the sack he was such a let down
He was missing one ball
And his todger was small
It’s no wonder that he wore a frown!
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I suppose I’m a poetic clown
I’m content with life, I don’t get down
And I’ll deny the rumour
Brits have no sense of humour
This injustice will sure make me frown
I confirm I’m not much of a poet
My writing style sucks and I know it
I use silly words
Like boobies and turds
I amuse folks just by using my wit
In reality I’m pretty quiet
And I’ve never been tempted to diet
I am a mother and wife
And I just cherish my life
You won’t find me out causing a riot
Contest Who do you think you are
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8/27/18
An impotent circus clown called Billy
Tied balloons to the end of his willy
To his great surprise
His todger did rise
But his girlfriend just thought he looked silly!
03~01~17
Here lie the remains of Ethel Brown
A circus clown from County Down
She’s buried wearing her red plastic nose
‘Twill be the last of Ethel to decompose!
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4/12/19
Just clowning around
so try not to frown
———
In living this life
I’ve made mistakes
hard it can be
but here’s my take
Grow a backbone
don’t lose heart
be kind and gentle
friends never will part
Eclipse with love
those you hold dear
cause they will not be
evermore near
Search for small miracles
everyday
Give of yourself
And of your pay
Now I ain’t no Angel
No Sirree
I’ve eaten an apple
from Eden’s tree
Snakes did whisper
in my ear
always walk tall
showing no fear
A conundrum
I am
Bruised and broken
But this was a ride
I’m glad was taken
He thinks to prevail the existence as haze over
And makes his own beau geste
A spirit of ingenuity revived peerlessly
And makes the reality to indite a blue story
That appears to be enjoyable.
This exemption from reality
Just like he masters his own way
Others may stare at his absurdities
But he propels his own destiny.
Endured by his shadow
He gives a mere pause to think
Past, carved in stone and future, an aleatory
And acquaints with the presence
That appears a moment of exuberance.
This liberty from misery
Just like he won every asperity
Others may oppugn at his oddity
But he aspires his own momentary.
He makes a contrast between life and death
Yet he keep smiling on his grief
Beloved left him, and he is into his reveries
And forgather by more beautiful chicks
That gives a pleasure of masculinity.
This relief from theological virtue of love
Just like he exposed his vanity
His beloved may cackle at his juvenility
But he is in love with blithe insanity.
The defies the world of immorality
With his mindless nemeses
Masses at disputes, he lingered by his silence
And minded like a dummy
That baffled others busy time.
This escape from affrays
Just like a dog kicked away
People may cerebrate at his applesauce
He still got word, who cares!
The smile that hides the lost tears of a fool,
Her laughter cannot see the eyes that cry;
A jester played and playing it so cool,
With tricks to send the merriment up high.
Behind the scenes away from her and sight,
The saline tears are free to flow again,
A broken heart that dares to hide its plight
This laughing shield reveals no sign of pain.
Yet she must surely know how I’m distressed,
That laughter stops before the closing call,
When feelings are no longer repressed,
The foolish smile alone can only fall.
This secret hidden in the circus ground
For love she left while I was clowning round.
Form: English Sonnet
Contrary to what I've been recently spouting
You can sometimes actually see this guy frowning
No one's always happy
Sometimes I can be ratty
Keep the baddies at bay by constantly clowning
© Jack Ellison 2015
The boy was only four years old
but he’d watched Scoobey Doo
Seen them chase many a monsters
who’d escaped at the zoo.
The October sun was soon down.
His parents day was through.
His Mom had hand sewn his costume
SHE thought he looked real cute!
The boy was only four years old
but even small men new;
you didn’t stop the mean monsters
as a clown at the zoo!
In many stripes of red and white
a white ruff at his neck;
he thought of Shaggy and Thelma
and monsters soon on deck…
The boy was only four years old
HE can make a RATTLE!
So, he ran into the kitchen
for an empty soda bottle.
A few small stones dropped down the neck
some yarn made it dangle
and he’d made a fine hoodoo charm
and bring it to battle!
He’d seen Shaggy fighting zombies
witch doctors in their day.
He’d watched Scoobey scare the monsters
He knew just how to play!
Frankenstien and Dracula
frightened kids in his line
but when they came to that cute clown
HE scared THEM you’ll find!
He shook his homemade hoodoo charm
and watched them skedaddle
cause theirs nothing quite so frightenin’
as a MAD CLOWN with a rattle!
“Today we will practice
medicine and cure the flu.”
The clown announced it twice,
just as a fun thing to do.
He went into the laughing crowd,
and found an unhealthy fellow.
Took him by his hand and avowed,
“By humor, health will grow!”
The clown was right, although,
the ill man was embarrassed.
But they all took their bow,
after his cough was suppressed.
Seem funny to say ,I like being me,
and when the time comes
My mask makes me free
I like to dress up in crazy old clothes
and wear white makeup and a big red nose.
to enjoy the facade
seems rather odd.
But its healthy expressionate living
I put on my costume
and joy fills the room.
I'm a clown and much joy I have given.
Written by, Treasa Jarvis 07/16/2011
Contest name: It's mask time
Every one who was anyone
was there, at the fair.
Smiling faces, filled with thrills.
Games of luck in side-show alley
knock-em down, hoop-la, darts and quoits.
Drop colored balls into laughing clown heads
swinging from side to side, mouths agape begging.
But all those eyes seemed to follow me,
ten pairs of clown eyes staring at me,
eye-ball to eye-ball, locked onto my gaze,
searing like lasers, silently beaming into my brain.
All too scary, time to go, time to get out, and get away.
Phew! What a relief!
Turned the corner, laughed, bought some fairy floss and hot-dogs.
But there, way off in the crowd was a clown
same face, same stare, same mouth agape and open,
moving every so slightly from side to side.
Too scary this fair, so I looked elsewhere,
looked away down another alley.
But there, I could see it, another clown, then another, then another.
Everywhere I looked there was a clown with face oscillating
swinging to and fro, from side to side
with eyes staring right back at me.
I shut my eyes and ran away.
Gotta get out of the here.
Gotta wake up from this nightmare.
Clowning up at the fair.
The Clowns
Happiness has an empty centre
It is thoughtless as the surface of the moon
A passing cloud
A hindrance towards contentment
Brutal and sadistic
Totally self-centered
A smooth tool to hide hatred
The denial of other people’s right
Smugness of the winner
Making fun of the losers
Happiness is the devil`s domain
And the smaller the brain, the happier
Is its owner
That is way idiots laugh a lot.
So why do film stars insist being happy
We're so underappreciated
You'd think we're in-laws
Yet without us you could have
The most powerful set of jaws
Yet it'd be nigh impossible
To chew, eat or swallow
If you dared pose for a selfie
You'd make sure not to smile
We're your Teeth, top and bottom
And you're just clowning around
If you think there's no benefit
To having us Crowned
Save the exorbitant expense
of toothpaste and toothbrush
of mouthwash and dental floss
~ all driving your budget
deep underground
Clowning With Downing
Again around all us poets were clowning;
What a wonderful poet is Akkina Downing;
Poems are all viable,
And highly reliable;
Were left laughing and not found frowning.
Jim Horn