The Clown Poem by Dr Vidya Hariharan

Dressed in motley, the fool
Wisely provokes laughter,
Earns his bread daily
By clowning at the theatre,
Juggling and tripping
Over his own feet,
Somersaulting around
The ring, mimicking
The lion tamer's bravery,
Hooting at the elephants
Perched daintily on drums,
Running and leaping
Like the acrobats,
He falls flat on his face
Then rubs his behind,
He wrinkles his red nose
Bulbous in shape
Lugs the load of the circus' fate,
For without the clown
There's no magic in town.