My favorite clown,
He makes me laugh
When he is around,
He makes me happy
When I’m feeling down.
He knows just what to say
Without uttering a sound,
He’s silly, he’s conniving;
He’s always giddy and
He loves me, he adores me and
He’ll never let me down--
That is why I’m so in love with
My favorite clown,
Because I can’t be without him holding me,
Talking to me, laughing with me, scolding me,
Being mad at me--I can’t be without him
Being everything to me.
I can let him see the real me,
No beating around the bushes
Or hiding around;
Oh, no! Not with my favorite clown the one
Who makes me laugh when he is around and
Who makes me happy when I’m feeling down.
Yep, that’s my favorite clown.
Creative Writings - Reina J. Morris
Jun 12, 2013
Jun 12, 2013 at 2:32 PM UTC
My favorite clown,
He makes me laugh
When he is around,
He makes me happy
When I’m feeling down.
He knows just what to say
Without uttering a sound,
He’s silly, he’s conniving;
He’s always giddy and
He loves me, he adores me and
He’ll never let me down--
That is why I’m so in love with
My favorite clown,
Because I can’t be without him holding me,
Talking to me, laughing with me, scolding me,
Being mad at me--I can’t be without him
Being everything to me.
I can let him see the real me,
No beating around the bushes
Or hiding around;
Oh, no! Not with my favorite clown the one
Who makes me laugh when he is around and
Who makes me happy when I’m feeling down.
Yep, that’s my favorite clown.
Creative Writings - Reina J. Morris
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