i love my clown he knows when i’m down and is always quick with a trick………he looks at me with his wrinkled nose and bats his eyes at me……he pulls a rag from his pants as if to blow his nose and then a shower of flowers erupts and he smiles and bows…………there has never been a time that he wasn’t there to cheer and comfort me………………..

best of all when i look in the mirror……………..the clown i love is me……