Honk

Bad is the clown with no sense of timing
His hands all shaky and temperature climbing
Embarrassed to be there in front of the crowd
His nose and his shoes a-honking out loud
The huge, old pants and ridiculous wig
And bright green bow-tie that's clearly too big
The make-up can't hide his blushing, red face
This clown is obviously right out of place
He wishes with fever
He wishes with force
To be safe in the guise of a pantomime horse

Framed, original watercolour with suspended wooden, handwritten poem plaque, 10x10x2" £150

 Framed, limited edition print (60) with suspended wooden, handwritten poem plaque 10x10x2" £45

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