The Clown

His nose was red and his cheeks were too
His brain was big, just like his shoes.
His mind, was burdened, which was then worsened
Every time he was mocked, every time he spoke
He was harassed and embarrassed, but had no choice
All he had, were is clownish looks, and his stupid voice.
His mood was blue and his shoes were too
His eyes were brown, and he always frowned
People would shout, turn it upside down!
And the clown replied, I’m not gonna lie
It’s cos I think that my mouth is round.
The crowd then laughed, cos his humour was dark
No applause, just laughs, were the only sound.
His mood was green, from things he’d seen
He envied the ones, who put him down.
He hated their jeers, but to save him from tears
He desired that they, not burn him with words
But replace, thrown insults, with spears.