Tuesday, June 21, 2005
i'll tell you the story of Cloony the clown
who worked in a circus that came through town.
his shoes were too big and his hat was too small
but he just wasn't, just wasn't funny at all.
he had a trombone to play loud silly tunes
he had a green dog and a thousand balloons.
he was floppy and sloppy and skinny and tall
but he just wasn't, just wasn't funny at all.
and everytime he did a trick
everyone felt a little sick
and everytime he told a joke
folks sighed as if their hearts were broke
and everytime he lost a shoe
everyone looked awfully blue
and everytime he stood on his head
everyone screamed, "go to bed!"
and everytime he made a leap
everybody fell asleep
and everytime he ate his tie
everyone began to cry
and Cloony could not make any money
simply because he was not funny.
one day he said, "i'll tell this town
how it feels to be an unfunny clown."
and he told them all why he looked so sad
and he told them all why he felt so bad
he told of pain and rain and cold
he told of darkness in his soul.
and after he finished his tale of woe,
did everyone cry? oh nonono.
they laughed until they shook the trees
with "HAHAHAS" and "HEEHEEHEES"
they laughed with howls and yowls and shrieks
they laughed all day, they laughed all week
they laughed until they had a fit
they laughed until their jackets split.
the laughter spread for miles around
to every city, every town
over mountains, 'cross the sea
from Saint Tropez to Mun San Nee
and soon the whole world rang with laughter
lasting till forever after
while Cloony stood in the circus tent,
with his head drooped low and his shoulders bent
and he said "THAT'S NOT WHAT I MEANT -
I'M FUNNY JUST BY ACCIDENT."
and while the world laughed outside
Cloony the Clown sat down and cried.
2:22 PM
reach for
the stars(:
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