Poem Feb 9th 2016

How A Clown Fights Being Down
Sat down;
with a burning frown;
scalding him deep inside.
As people pass by;
grinning he makes them laugh ‘n’ smile;
with his faces ‘n’ moves.
Boisterous laughter approves;
as he trips over his own shoes.
Their laughter saves him;
from his excruciating blues.
(C)BJG(Blair Gaulton)Feb 2016