About A Clown
A clown was born,
an eight-year-old fairy clown.
Drinking a thirteen-year-old cup of tea,
she’s a fairy.
Of course she can fly:
she flutters her wings.
She’s a ballerina:
she knows all the right moves,
pirouettes and everything.
Releasing the inner clown,
she’s magic.
Like a witch,
she shimmies and disappears.
No inhibitions,
she believes she is somersaulting,
even if she’s only rolling her hands.
She wears a large smile
because she’s so happy.
Her horse just came in,
and she’s allowed out to play.
Sometimes she’s a bit naughty.
Example: hide and seek -
you’ll never find her,
‘cos she’ll get on a plane to Australia
while your still counting to a hundred.
She wags her tail;
she’s a duckling
but thinks she’s a swan.
She can do magic, just you wait and see.
10.06.02
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