The Clown

A mysterious corrector indeed
As he dances around
With his shows and hat
As he taps and giggles
And not at all sad



A cheerful un unseal person
As he joke around
To folks that laugh and see
his comical deeds

And for some who can not control
The peek of endless joy
Might laugh  to the sky

  
For yet this person
with a painted chin and a strange little nose
has nothing to tell of himself
not a story or song
he utters of sad things
but with a feathered hat
And dressed in strange cloths
That attracts us as he stands

Noticed by all who see
the strangest place you well be
This Creation of comedy
in and through the circus

It is he the Clown , you will see,!