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41. I wish I were a clown © Bruce Goodman 15 September 2017 |
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(The poetic form selected for this month is the English or Shakespearean sonnet.) |
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I wish I were a clown and worked with youngsters. I’d wear a funny hat and great big shoes. I’d wield a water-pistol like those gangsters In the movies, and play at peek-a-boo. Instead, I am a joke, they laugh at me And shout offensive names that get me down. Hey Scrooge McDuck! Hey Greedy-Guts! You see They think I am the fool who’s not a clown. It’s true I’ve lots of money that I’ve saved. I live alone. My wife died years ago. The kids around here aren’t that well behaved, But then again, there’s no space here to grow. I guess I’ll bite the dust one day, but hey! This clown shall leave a park where kids can play. |