My first impulse is to write a poem using the word “laughter”. I do have to first state that one of my favorite things to hear is a baby’s laughter…a sound of the angels!
Laughter
In the night the circus comes
and with it brings a clown
Don’t let laughter come out
He’ll want to take you down
Into the ring before you
To make you seem a fool
The creepy clown is laughing
You’re acting like a tool.
He thinks he’s being funny
Although that isn’t right
The only way to stop him
Is to go home for the night.
©2020 CBialczak
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