(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.
To hear the poem read aloud click HERE.
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Grazie!
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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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Imagine being able to teach a Shakespearean Sonnet to a daughter! That’s wonderful! All I need now is a daughter!!
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Bruce, there are things that we always have but we overlook them because we have them. Our lots may vary, and with that our pleasures and agonies.
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That is so true!!
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But, Bruce, you are a perfect clown
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Well thank you, Derrick!
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🙂
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bittersweet…
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Thank you!
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You can be a fool in the best sense, without being a clown – I’m thinking of the fool in the Tarot deck – that innocent sense of childish wonder and adventure that the fool has.
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The best of fools! And there’s the fool in “King Lear” who’s not a clown!
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