Poem 41: I wish I were a clown

(The poetic form selected for this month is the English or Shakespearean Sonnet).

I wish I were a clown and worked with youngsters.
I’d wear a funny hat and great big shoes.
I’d wield a water-pistol like those gangsters
In the movies, and play at peek-a-boo.

Instead, I am a joke, they laugh at me
And shout offensive names that get me down.
Hey Scrooge McDuck! Hey Greedy-Guts! You see
They think I am the fool who’s not a clown.

It’s true I’ve lots of money that I’ve saved.
I live alone. My wife died years ago.
The kids around here aren’t that well behaved,
But then again, there’s no space here to grow.

I guess I’ll bite the dust one day, but hey!
This clown shall leave a park where kids can play.

13 thoughts on “Poem 41: I wish I were a clown

  1. umashankar

    I liked the soliloquy of the clown who thinks he is not a clown just because a bunch of kids put him down often. I was teaching one Shakespearean Sonnet to my daughter yesterday (it’s on the syllabus of her course) and somehow I thought of your beautiful poem about winter’s frost. As if on cue, here you are with the clown’s heart!

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