Mary owns a bakery
So plump and doughboy round
She likes to check out movies
For there's no one else around
She drives an old Toyota
That's seen it's better days
The horn has been broken
The radio never plays
Mary has many pets
Two dogs and lots of alley cats
And one used up circus clown
Pees off the porch out back
She likes to take her pets for rides
Sometimes they go downtown
To the city parks where her dogs
Dump upon the ground
Joe was Mary's brother
He was killed in Vietnam
She has a younger brother
But it's been some time
Since he's been around
Once Mary got an offer
To run the Library on the green
She procasternated till too late
They gave the job to Mr. Clean
Mary had a boyfriend
But that was long ago
Now she eats buttered popcorn
While the movies roll on and on
A cat purring on her lap
Two dogs sleeping at her feet
It's another Sunday morning rising
And that clown gives me the creeps
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Comments3
Good fun write. Clowns are not always funny.
Thank you Goldfinch , especially old ones that chew tobacco .
Good write S. I parted company with a too-modern hymn, when it said 'The Clown of Glory tumbles in the way'. What rot, I thought!
Yes that does not sound kosher at all !
Verging a bit on blasphemous too, what?!
Whoops ! not sound "right" !
I didn't mean 'kosher' is blasphemous. I meant the clown line from the modern hymn!
Yes it makes me unsettled to think someone would believe that .
Smile.
Good morning Augustus , and I hope that smile extends to you all over .
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