Clowns by Deborah S Regan Somewhere in France The mimes began to dance Shaking in their sad parade Because they were only mimes Clowns tomorrow, clowns today. Could laughter make a life? A mime could be my husband A mime would love his wife. Desperate in a crowd that frowns In their asymmetrical gowns It’s all their clowning Laugh harder for me Silliness could live and be Craziness has come for me Those awful mimes Those silly mimes can’t dance 01/09/2002 Posted on 01/09/2002 Copyright © 2024 Deborah S Regan Member Comments on this Poem Posted by Michele Schottelkorb on 02/02/04 at 07:57 AM i love clowns... with a passion... interesting and reflective piece... blessings... Return to the Previous Page   pathetic.org Version 7.3.2 May 2004 Terms and Conditions of Use 0 member(s) and 2 visitor(s) online All works Copyright © 2024 their respective authors. Page Generated In 0 Second(s)