My daughter wants a lighter poem from me!
And so I search to find my funny-bone.
My humerus, when hit, is not with glee;
There’s pain behind the painted face that’s shown.

I never found the Stooges-Three much fun;
I scoff and sulk; my boredom’s not allayed.
The pie shoved in the face of those who run
seems just another silly escapade.

A ‘laugh-clown-laugh’ demeanor my pure dirge;
leaves me upon the verge of streaming tears.
Pagliacci and myself with drama, merge
and so, to true life is my art sincere.

Commedia del’Arte fails encore:
I am no Kramer sliding through the door.

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