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| The Circus With the Yellow Clown, 1967, Marc Chagall |
The life of a circus clown... so happy, so gay.
How much better than this can it get, you say?
My lot in life is to entertain without fail.
Night after night... no repose, no curtail
Frock of frills in a carefree yellow hue
Hides my true colour inside which is blue.
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Oh, I wrote about a sad clown too!
ReplyDeletei dunno...always having to be the entertainer def will wear you out...night after night...
ReplyDeleteyou nailed it, the yellow is hiding the blue!!
ReplyDeleteshow's about to begin
you got it, the yellow is hiding the blue
ReplyDeleteshow's about to begin
Nicely done! I just adore clowns and am so enjoying these poems!
ReplyDeleteIs that why so many people are afraid of clowns? Actually, this could be the chorus of a song...I like the way it read, but bet it wold "sing" too!
ReplyDeleteSo often blue on the inside...
ReplyDeleteAll too often true, I fear.
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Sometimes we play the happy clown when we are really sad...
ReplyDeleteAnna :o]
Sometimes it seems we are a mess of coverups. Nicely posed!
ReplyDeletei will do my best to make sure that even the curtains are already down, the lights are already turned off, we will share a happy life together... lucky to have found a great guy...
ReplyDeleteJJRod'z