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Margaret Keefe Poem
No Clowns Allowed
No clowns allowed; you’re not welcome here.
I could feel the other guests starting to stare.
We don't serve your kind, so be on your way.
But I really am hungry and would like to stay.
“Try McDoodles,” he said,” they welcome your kind,
It's right down the street, and I don’t think they’ll mind
Your crazy red hair and floppy clown shoes
It’s a good place to eat for people like you”.
Then all of a sudden, there came a small voice.
“That’s discrimination,” it said, “he should have a choice.”
That's such a big word for a little guy
“I learned the hard way,” was his reply,
Then the guests all stood up and walked toward the door,
“The clown stays, or we leave”, they said with a roar,
“Of course, he can stay, now please everyone
Let's all just sit down and finish our lunch.
The specials today are meatloaf and stew.
He turned to the clown and asked, ’What can I get you?’
A big ice cream salad and pizza with honey
And the owner just laughed because clowns can be funny.
You just gotta give them a chance, and you’ll see
That clowns aren't so different from you and me
And sometimes it takes just one little voice
To make a big difference when there should be a choice
Copyright © Margaret Keefe | Year Posted 2021
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