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