Grumpy the Clown – By John Mullan

Grumpy the Clown

Grumpy the clown wore a terrible frown,
he had nothing to be happy about
He had no money or friends to play with
and never would have no doubt
Then one day whilst making his way
through a dark and silent wood
He spotted a face, such a horrible face,
and there petrified he stood
He stood for an hour not daring to move
trying to look brave and tall
He stood for an hour and then realised
that the face hadn’t moved at all
So he moved just a bit and then he was hit
with the truth that was plain to see
That face is no face, that face is my face,
that face is Grumpy, that’s me
Then a fish broke the water and started his laughter
which hasn’t stopped to this day
And as a result he now is happy
and has friends with which to play.

- Written by: John Mullan

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1 comment:

jeny_el7ariry said...

I really like ur style :) and ur other poems r great & meaningful.
but i disagree with the theme here, because A CLOWN is symbolized to whom?!!
clowns are funny.... there is a saying in my country that says (if u make yourself a fool "or a clown" then u deserve everyones laughs) if u r a clown, then even ur misery is funny to others.....!! i feel confused here, if i'm getting it wrong, plz clarify....


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