No respect is given to the clown,
that dances before the children,
And writes the quadratic theorem down,
at which no one even glances.
No patience nor silence is spared,
It's hoarded by the children,
The clown is ignored and ridiculed,
As if he wasn't there.
The bell goes and the children with it,
no waiting for a dismissal,
The clown is left alone with his act, that was prepared last night so tediously.
And the clown goes home,
the make up won't come off,
the wig is stuck, the red nose too,
Despite the struggle of the clown,
The white paint smears the pillow and the sheets,
the wig prevents the head from resting,
the joke was never finished nor started,
yet dismissed regardless.
And the teacher lies in bed,
the teacher whom no one ever heard,
a simple clown, a jester or performer,
An act performed alone.
Nov 11, 2025
Nov 11, 2025 at 4:36 PM UTC
No respect is given to the clown,
that dances before the children,
And writes the quadratic theorem down,
at which no one even glances.
No patience nor silence is spared,
It's hoarded by the children,
The clown is ignored and ridiculed,
As if he wasn't there.
The bell goes and the children with it,
no waiting for a dismissal,
The clown is left alone with his act, that was prepared last night so tediously.
And the clown goes home,
the make up won't come off,
the wig is stuck, the red nose too,
Despite the struggle of the clown,
The white paint smears the pillow and the sheets,
the wig prevents the head from resting,
the joke was never finished nor started,
yet dismissed regardless.
And the teacher lies in bed,
the teacher whom no one ever heard,
a simple clown, a jester or performer,
An act performed alone.