A desert's rain
like a thoughtless brain
brings soothing pain
that's lavishly plain.
This sad clown
wears a peasant's crown
while sitting down
so that he won't drown.
Desolate clown's
traveling train
tours famed cities
onto quaint towns.
He mimicks glee
for his ousted
heart's sutures
are dismissive
frowns.
Balloon twisting's
what he knows--
cause joggeling act
makes kids mope;
And sparking globe-nose
bombards
the Top's bleachers
with plumes
of blinding smoke.
His onesie sports
ink-stains for color;
And oily-face
with white base
sweating turns
cream-soupy butter;
Shoved and ridiculed
by crowds-even peers,
cause he studders.
His Mass Bay clown
soles have holes--
with grimy socks,
torn by nails and corns.
Grey's his story--
when a caboose's
the only corner
where he
can call home.
He'll tumbling fall
to gain their laughs-
cringing weeps
in silence--
from prying eyes.
The show must go on--
cause he's a star;
Like his forefathers
before him-since then past on.
With giant shoes and big
red nose,
He jumps and juggles on
his toes,
And giggles everywhere
he goes!
He is a lovely date
but still a clown
my family laughs
some of them fall down
he is thoughtful
and tries his best to do
whatever I want
it’s exasperating too!
he is the kind you do not bring home to mother
but please come in and meet my brother
He is a clown, he’ll make him laugh
I insist on paying my own half
how many clowns can a clown car hold?
They began to get out, some had to unfold
I counted six, seven, eleven, up to ninety-nine
Then I lost count, which was in some way fine.
Exquisite definition of porcelain skin.
Cosmetic, betraying what is within.
Creepy scars of emotional drain
Entirely based on self-disdain.
Devoid of pleasure dispensed,
Elastic features unrecompensed.
Neon lights that flash of guilt
Tantamount to dying daisy's wilt.
Evermore in sadness reigns
Scary images wrapped in chains.
Initially and suddenly rises
Action that eventually excises
Smiles not natural, likelier disgrace,
Tears belie that faience face.
Don Trumpty sits down on this throne
He’s crying and emits a loud groan
I can't believe a word
Said by this lying nerd
Like Epstein's acts I can't condone
The Epstein files revealed the lies
Of princes and powerful guys
Flight logs show Don Trump’s name
But deflection’s his game
All wrong doings, Trumpty denies
His evil deed’s he can’t suppress
Truth Social's his form of address
The chump should be banned
From the shores of Greenland
Small wonder the U.S is a mess!
want to see me eat a pig? Boa said.
I’d have said no, but the pig was dead.
he shoved it in and squeezed it down
boa is serious, he doesn’t clown
TRUMP IS PUTIN‘S CLOWN
PUTIN DOING A SHAKE DOWN
WITH THIS, TRUMP IS DOWN
An evil man decided to become a killer clown after he watched 'It'.
He showed no mercy, murder was a crime that he loved to commit.
And just like in Stephen King's miniseries, he loved to kill kids.
People are still terrified because of what that killer clown did.
Parents started locking their doors and they made their children stay inside.
Human life meant nothing to that clown and he committed many homicides.
He murdered over and over, he committed murder 32 times.
He was eventually caught and executed for his horrible crimes.
That evil clown went to a birthday party and was going to kill every kid there.
But the police were waiting for him and he was arrested and sent to the chair.
As he was being electrocuted, his head burst into flames.
It was a horrific death and he only had himself to blame.
He died in agony because of his horrible sins.
He vowed to reincarnate and start killing again.
Because that evil clown was executed, people are feeling a lot of relief.
The world is a better place because he's no longer causing terror and grief.
Mr Brown longed to be a clown,
but Mr brown he had a frown,
so every circus turned him down.
Even his smile was upside down;
you look too sad, said Mrs Brown
for you to ever be a clown;
you'll scare the kids with that mean frown.
I'll wear a hat upon my crown
and baggy pants, said Mr Brown,
tell funny jokes, bring the house down;
fall down, jump up, again fall down
I'll be the tops, talk of the town.
Calm down, calm down, said Mrs Brown
you'll never ever be a clown
with your sad, scowling, scary frown.
I read in paper of renown
of a mortician's job in town
a fitting job for man with frown;
so let us have, said Mrs Brown
no more nonsense about a clown.
From lights and stilts
the hat tips down
an adoring voice
welcomes the crowd
From end to end the tent fills with laughter
and every second there's a passing actor
from the car you drove in residing inside
the make up covers your face and tears in your eyes
you'd never thought you'd be here
you'd never thought to try
but in the end at the circus
the tight rope you walk on
was not held so high
so keep your chin up
and raise your fist
honk your horn
and balance on your wrist
for this is the show
and you are the clown
and the only fool that is here
is the crowd left profound
An old clown did a double flip,
Risking more than pants that might rip.
Baby got a good start.
She will break lots of hearts,
but Grandpa just broke both his hips.
Receiving a pie in the crown,
It just might occasion a frown.
But bear well in mind,
One always will find,
The target is never the clown.
No one in the ward seemed in good spirits
They were worn out from chemo
exhausted from doing nothing at all
looking forward to more nothing the next day
send in the kid clown, a doctor suggested
Kid clown was an enthusiastic volunteer
because she was a cancer survivor
so, she knew some of the feelings in the ward
the other doctors were arrogant
they did not know what a child would be able to do
until they sent her in, and saw for themselves
she lifted the children’s spirits, gave them hope; was their friend.
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