The sad eyed clown,
at the little girl’s party,
cried all day,
instead of acting hardy.
His sadness spread.
Onto the children.
it fell.
The girl’s mother said,
“This party's not going well!”
The clown then shaped balloons,
into animals ill.
Then it sang the blues,
in a voice that was shrill.
Then he told them stories.
With much gloom he spake.
Then he coughed and he wheezed,
and he sneezed onto the cake!
One by one the parents,
took their children home.
Until the little girl at last,
was at her party all alone.
The clown announced “I have a great surprise!”
Then he tore off his clothes,
which was only a disguise.
Then parent and child,
stood there with eyes wide.
For underneath the clowns disguise,
was the same clown that cried.
edit on 3-5-2016 by Errollorre because: (no reason given)
a reply to: Errollorre
Good one, man! The title grabbed my attention right away. Then again, I like clowns. I'm sure some here will be too terrified to click on the link.
Anywho, your poem reminded me of this song: