The Clown

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.