A Merry Making Clown

A clown is smiling
His job is to make everyone merry
Oh wow! he is lucky
He is always happy
His feet were never on ground
Not flying yet
Still he is a clown of highest rate

Apparently he can muse anyone
He looks funny
A red blushes of his cheek
The bulb on this nose
And those are his world
To keep people merry
To make himself lucky

He blows a kiss to the direction
He doesn't get a kiss blown back
But he knows it isn't a rejection
So he is all in track
Making merry everyone
Spreading smile at every face
As he believes circus is only his place