Feet elongated past his toes <br />Funny spherical and red his nose <br />A flower bright pinned on his coat <br />Which perhaps squirts water <br />And makes you soaked <br />A joke not funny he can tell <br />A car with parts that fall to the ground <br />And a loud horn to loudly shout <br />Get out the way I’m coming round <br />A painted face most sad <br />With downcast mouth and ring’ed eyes <br />That strangely sadness does not disguise <br />An icon of mirth and fame not wide <br />Who is he and what does he hide? <br />A clown you say? Maybe you’re right <br />Or perhaps he is more close to you <br />And not so very far from sight?<br /><br />David Taylor<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/sensitivity-4/
