Drown the Clown
...a true story on so many levels.
There was a clown at the Topsham Fair as mean as he could be.
And everybody hated him, I'm sure you will agree.
He said a lot of stupid things to every passerby,
Cruel, unfair and hurtful and every word a lie.
When the crowd began to gather to hear his taunts and jeers,
I am very very certain there were folks quite close to tears.
It didn't matter who you were, if you were old or young or fat.
You shouldn't have to listen to insults bad as that.
And while he sneered up in his cage, suspended way up high,
People tried to dunk him, but the clown was always dry.
The price was an extortion, three balls, three tries in vain.
And all the while that dreadful clown was still a royal pain.
A little boy stood quietly, intently watching in the crowd.
His dad thinks clowns are creepy and he wished to do him proud.
At last he stepped up to the booth, his money in his hand.
A braver kid I never saw, the bravest in the land.
"I see you pretty mama's boy, you silly little wimp.
You can't even throw the ball, you're just a timid shrimp."
But what the clown didn't know was that his courage ran so deep.
He thought the boy would walk away, he thought he'd be too cheap.
And even if he bought the balls, he'd surely miss his mark.
He might as well be pitching them alone and in the dark.
The first ball was too high, but his second throw was strong
It slammed into the cage with a loud and ringing bong!
The startled clown was silenced while the sound rang through the air,
And everyone who heard it was at the Topsham Fair.
Tuesday, August 14, 2012
Mornings...and a nasty clown
Early in the morning when my eyes are still heavy with sleep, my young grandson arrives for a cuddle. The sun has not yet burned through the fog. Peter brings a mug of steaming coffee and Cooper, our mini-dachshund, who dives to the bottom of the bed. In this sweet still moment, "B" and I write poems.
The following was inspired after a visit to the Topsham Fair. This is for "B" and his dad.
Drown the Clown
...a true story on so many levels.
There was a clown at the Topsham Fair as mean as he could be.
And everybody hated him, I'm sure you will agree.
He said a lot of stupid things to every passerby,
Cruel, unfair and hurtful and every word a lie.
When the crowd began to gather to hear his taunts and jeers,
I am very very certain there were folks quite close to tears.
It didn't matter who you were, if you were old or young or fat.
You shouldn't have to listen to insults bad as that.
And while he sneered up in his cage, suspended way up high,
People tried to dunk him, but the clown was always dry.
The price was an extortion, three balls, three tries in vain.
And all the while that dreadful clown was still a royal pain.
A little boy stood quietly, intently watching in the crowd.
His dad thinks clowns are creepy and he wished to do him proud.
At last he stepped up to the booth, his money in his hand.
A braver kid I never saw, the bravest in the land.
"I see you pretty mama's boy, you silly little wimp.
You can't even throw the ball, you're just a timid shrimp."
But what the clown didn't know was that his courage ran so deep.
He thought the boy would walk away, he thought he'd be too cheap.
And even if he bought the balls, he'd surely miss his mark.
He might as well be pitching them alone and in the dark.
The first ball was too high, but his second throw was strong
It slammed into the cage with a loud and ringing bong!
The startled clown was silenced while the sound rang through the air,
And everyone who heard it was at the Topsham Fair.
Drown the Clown
...a true story on so many levels.
There was a clown at the Topsham Fair as mean as he could be.
And everybody hated him, I'm sure you will agree.
He said a lot of stupid things to every passerby,
Cruel, unfair and hurtful and every word a lie.
When the crowd began to gather to hear his taunts and jeers,
I am very very certain there were folks quite close to tears.
It didn't matter who you were, if you were old or young or fat.
You shouldn't have to listen to insults bad as that.
And while he sneered up in his cage, suspended way up high,
People tried to dunk him, but the clown was always dry.
The price was an extortion, three balls, three tries in vain.
And all the while that dreadful clown was still a royal pain.
A little boy stood quietly, intently watching in the crowd.
His dad thinks clowns are creepy and he wished to do him proud.
At last he stepped up to the booth, his money in his hand.
A braver kid I never saw, the bravest in the land.
"I see you pretty mama's boy, you silly little wimp.
You can't even throw the ball, you're just a timid shrimp."
But what the clown didn't know was that his courage ran so deep.
He thought the boy would walk away, he thought he'd be too cheap.
And even if he bought the balls, he'd surely miss his mark.
He might as well be pitching them alone and in the dark.
The first ball was too high, but his second throw was strong
It slammed into the cage with a loud and ringing bong!
The startled clown was silenced while the sound rang through the air,
And everyone who heard it was at the Topsham Fair.
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Hello Carol:
ReplyDeleteHow charming and very atmospheric this is. A delight with which to start the day. And let us hope that there will always be someone to stand up to the bully.
Hello Jane and Lance, my thanks and yes, bullies are responsible for a great deal of unhappiness in this world.
ReplyDeleteI hope you are having a blissful summer! I'm looking forward to catching up on your adventures now that the cottage is winding down for the season.
Here's a nasty clown chaser for your grandson and Cooper.
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home before dark ~ This was a wake-up call to update my Adobe Flash Player! I love these canines in candyland...the perfect antidote to a nasty clown indeed! Thank you!
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