Consider the Clown

Consider the clown:

Red nose adorned

Like roses in summer

Made bloody by thorns

Consider the clown:

How those great feet stride

Like ships tumbling on oceans

Dancing the chaos of tides

Consider the clown:

How graceful, how fair

See how he soars

Butt-kicked high through the air

See how he's embraced

Gravity's lost love lusted

As he dives belly-splat

In a vatful of custard!