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JerryPat2 Member Laureate
since 2011-02-06
Posts 16975South Louisiana 
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 This is who I am, I am clown, I guess I'll give you my clown noun. I clown around both day and night My name is Frown-Clown, it's all right I paint frowns on my face each night, Under the Big Top and the lights. I want to paint a happy mug, So I wouldn't look like a slug. I was a happy clown back then, My name then was Comical Ken. But life's not always fair, you see, I feel like I'm lashed to a tree. My hands can't paint a happy face, They try, but then they do erase. My heart is heavy, it is sad, That's why on my face, frowns I add. Someday I hope time will stand still, My heart will lift up in a thrill. When that day happens I will grin, Inside and out like a mad twin. That won't happen until the day, The Bearded Lady comes to stay. She ran away with Balloon Man, I love my Bearded Lady, Ann. ~ Logical argument is what destroys poetry because poetry is beyond logic.—Robert Graves ~ [This message has been edited by JerryPat2 (05-06-2011 07:51 PM).] |
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dreamgal Member
since 2011-03-17
Posts 442 |
poor sad clown  But i enjoyed this one too. Dreamgal  |
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JerryPat2 Member Laureate
since 2011-02-06
Posts 16975South Louisiana |
Thanks Dreamgal, you're a dreamgal. ~ Logical argument is what destroys poetry because poetry is beyond logic.—Robert Graves ~ |
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