Poor Clown

 

Rain rain tumbling down

Down my neck and to the ground

Hope so much as not to drown

But it causes me to frown.

 

It turns trees and grass

To green from brown

And roads become wet

All over  town

 

Wet is the queen’s hair

And her glittering crown

Lucky she has a raincoat

Over her evening gown

 

At the circus there is a clown

Whose makeup is primarily brown

It made him famous

He is one of renown

But it made children want to frown

Poor clown

sad clown

5 Comments

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5 responses to “Poor Clown

  1. Dear Dave,

    I hope the clown’s makeup holds up in the rain. 😉 Nicely done. Is this one of your paintings?

    Shalom,

    Rochelle

  2. This is excellent! Thank goodness the Queen had her raincoat!

    Here’s mine!

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