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