Clowning Around by Nessa Morris I like to clown around with friends. It helps when feeling blue. My friends help me with fashion trends, And do my makeup, too. We drive in circles really fast, And sometimes screech our tires. We jump and run and have a blast if we’re out fighting fires. Of course, there’s times when I get soaked. I hate that stupid hose. And then there’s times when I get poked, and babies honk my nose. And countless hours, I must rehearse, so when you’re feeling down, I hope you know it could be worse... At least, you’re not a clown.
Writing a poem for “friends” was difficult at first. There are just so many situations where the word applies. Once I finally narrowed the topic down to clowns, the words just flowed.
Looks like the word for Friday is “gorilla.” Don’t forget to vote for “h” words and suggest “i” words below. If you’re reading by email, you’ll need to click the post title to go to the poll.
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