Friday, May 12

dusty yawn

Don't we love farce?
My fault I fear.
The Cubs thought that's what we'd want.
Sorry, my dear.
But where are the clowns?
Quick, send in the clowns.
Don't bother, they're here.

Isn't it rich?
Isn't it queer,
Losing their skills this early
In the year?
And where are the clowns?
There ought to be clowns.
Well, maybe next year.



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