The Clown
Contributed by
Shrey
on
Wednesday, 4th January 2012 @ 02:22:02 AM in AEST
Topic:
StoryPoetry
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I'll tell you the story of a Clown
Who worked in a circus that came through town.
His shoes were too big and his hat was too small,
He was sure loved by all.
He was drenched to the bone in mockery
Tailor fitted to suit those of immorality.
He fed on people's smiles
He lived in people's hearts
He thought "Where would we be without a laugh?"
One day he just wasn't funny at all
And every time he did a trick,
Everyone felt a little sick.
And every time he stood on his head,
Everyone screamed, "Go back to bed!"
And he could not make any money
Simply because he was not funny.
Someone from the crowd screamed "Why so serious?"
And he told them all why he looked so sad,
And he told them all why he felt so bad.
He told of pain and rain and cold,
He told of darkness in his soul,
And after he finished his tale of woe,
Did everyone cry? Oh no, no, no,
They laughed until they fell off,
They laughed all day, they laughed all week,
They laughed until they had a fit,
The laughter spread for miles around
To every city, every town,
Over mountains, across the sea.
He stood in the circus tent,
With his head drooped low and his shoulders bent.
And he said," That is not what I meant, I am funny by accident!! "
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Shrey
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2012-01-04 02:22:02] (Date/Time posted on
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