The Clown1 min 14.1K 1 min 14.1K
Ever wondered how a clown felt?
Under the painted facade how he lived
How was the fat belly under his belt
Was he really all fat and drip?
Or was he hollow like you and me
Yet happy because he beleived
That life will never be tad of what he meant
And misery is all he gonna receive
That red smile put up on his face
Was that smile even underneath
Or was it a caring father
For the kids who there he lived
For his life was never well dealt
But for his kin he made himself sick
Sick of everything that ring had to offer
Where else could now he have been?
He got 10 stomachs to feed
But does he have those 10 meals?
So, yet he lives in that hollow dress
That he somehow managed to fit
And smiles everytime for everyone
For that smile satisfies 10 crying kins.