Live for the Show

Don’t you think it telling that a clown

Doesn’t go with laughter but with frown?

Painted smile, red, black, and white;

Colourful to happiness’ spite.

All hues of the rainbow, from sole to crown.

His soles, his shoes, he topples over,

Walked through, gone through, corrupted sole,

Shoes too big for small feet, red round nose.

Laughter goes, drum roles; jump through hoops for the shows,

Who laughs with him, the fool, there he goes.

Up the rope,

Down the slope,


Destination unknown.

His apparition entertains his face never shown.


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