CLOWN

I see a Clown running around in cycles,
Jumping and crying then he falls,
Repeating everything all over again,

I see a clown cycling around,
Up and down on the ground,
He keeps repeating his every move
Making a new grove, wearing long shoes,

He starts to cry, then he laughs
Holding his face in his hands,
Then he looks around to see a crowed
realizing he was no longer alone,

so, the crowd given him a crown
because he is a good clown of the town.

Poetic Judy Emery © 1988