Laughing Clown Poem by Chris Goss

This life I lead is truly fed up
I wish I was a newborn pup
That I could not be looking up
It would not matter what I fed on
I would grow up much much stronger
Instead of this life so very down
I wish I could laugh like a clown
I could take a bath and drown
There is nothing in this life to know
That this life is now worth a penny to owe
I just do not have the time to go
I do not have the grass to mow
I am not a glass to bowI with a seed that will grow
I am not an archer without a bow
I am the thesaurus without out any word from a dictionary
If I was a motorcar I would not need a tow
If I were a meadow all the insects would have much trouble
If I was a pigsty there would be no room for a sow
If my sparklingly blue eyes I would have no brow
If I were a drunken sailor there would not be a bar for them to go
If I were a scarecrow warding a field, the ravens would not leave me alone