Clown

A Poem by Stam

Look at the clown with his big bright lips
Got all his toys strap to he's hips
Big funny nose with a honking sound
End of he's shoes shiny and round
He makes the kids bellys rumble with laughter
Telling their parents what they did after
With Water guns and bunches of flowers
Can't think of a better way to waste the hours
The circus was always one of my favourite places
You can't put a price on the smiles on their faces
So till the circus comes back in to town
Keep this memory of your favourite clown