Humor

Humor

Have you ever watched the clowns at play, White, red and black on circus day? They're always very, very gay. I wonder how they stay that way! I'd like to be a clown, Playing tricks around the town, Turning somersaults and springs, As if they were easy things, Laughing morning, noon and night, Being such a funny sight! Do you think, then, I'd grow tired of fun, Laughing so from sun to sun? Or, when performances are done, Do clown-folk cry like anyone?