Your balloons have popped.
Your water flower won’t squirt.
Your sneaky red nose fell off,
and now is covered in dirt.
~
All the kids hate you,
because you’re so sad.
You’re really not that funny,
and all your jokes are bad.
~
Your clown suit is too small.
We can see your widening belly.
Retire as a clown and become Santa,
with your bowl full of jelly.
~
I wouldn’t hire you,
if you were the last clown in the universe.
Besides I hate clowns,
I think they are cursed.
~*~ Jill ~*~