A poem for Coldfire

Ode to Bob the Clown

The clown lies still in his casket.
around him are gathered his friends.
They say" Bob lived to bring joy,
To each girl and boy,
let’s make sure the fun never ends."

And Wonko, he spoke for them all,
as he stood in full clownish splendor,
“He’s be the first one,
to say “laugh and have fun”,
So let’s make this a day to remember”.

The hearse pulled up to the graveyard,
and 42 clowns tumbled out.
With much shoving and catcalls,
and seltzer and prattfalls,
they juggled the casket about.

At last, four lined up on one side,
and two were in place on the other.
And with a slight list,
a hop, and a twist,
they marched, out of step with each other.

The crowd, well they laughed and cheered.
And said “you can sure see Bob’s spirit”.
As wife number seven,
said to number eleven,
“Too bad Bob’s not here, he’d love it.”

Bob’s casket was layed on it’s bier,
and six clowns hit it with pies.
it was lowered down,
deep into the ground,
'til dirt cut it off from the skies.

The folks, how they cheered and applauded!
They laughed and they sang for a week.
But a boy who always felt sick,
'sept when Bob was doing his stick,
leaned on cruches, with tears on his cheek.

The clown lies still in his casket,
above laughter embraces his wives,
but some prayed with bowed heads,
of thanks, it is said,
for a great man who had touched their lives.

“Ok what was that?” You ask. Well, Coldfire said in another thread that I always posted OP’s that were funny or moving. I take this as a great compliment, thank you again, Coldfire. I then wondered if I could post an OP that was BOTH funny AND moving. This poem is my attempt at that. As y’all can plainly see, I’m not a poet. I gave it my best shot. I hope you like it.

…except that would be damning it with faint praise.

Instead, I’ll praise it with faint damns:

[ul][spoken in a whisper] Damn. Damn. Damn.[/ul]

There. How’s that?

Seriously, I generally react to poetry with a slight case of nausea. I actually read and enjoyed the above, and that’s high praise, indeed.

~~Baloo

This is falling fast. That’s OK, but I wanted Coldfire to see it.

How did I miss this?

Dave, if I was wearing a hat, it would be thoroughly tipped.

Dave sent me a mail, saying “I wrote you a poem”. So all the while I’m reading this, I’m thinking: WTF? I’m not a clown! Well, yeah, somewhat, but at least I’m not dead. Or am I?

Then I read the end, and I must say: hell yeah! Funny and moving at the same time. You succeeded, Dave. I’m not much of a poetry man myself, but I like this one.

So, why did my comment in that other thread make you think of a clown, huh? Does it have something to do with my general appearance on these boards??

That reminds me of a Vandals song.

…Clowns are neato,
Clowns are fun,
Clowns make love to everyone.
HUGS!
Sqrl

Standing with the crowd to cheer “BAVO! BRAVO! BRAVO!”

I am impressed, Dave. Very. Thank you very much.

<leaving quietly, with a tinge of envy that she could never do nearly as well>

why am I mentioned in this exactly? I’m confused.

It was the first clown type name I thought of. No conection to you, except, I must have seen you around, and the name stuck in my subconsious, alomg with the first girl I ever saw naked and the shameful things I did when I was 18

You know, I’m glad this thread got bumped to the top.

Weiddave’s poem is eerily appropriate for Wally. (Except for the 11 wives part … and even then…)

Thank you WeirdDave, I appreciate my username being used in the proper context.

No, I am not being sarcastic.

Life is an adventure, can be a pain in the butt, and can be laughed at too. If you can’t laugh at yourself, someone will laugh for you. My username was picked with that in mind.
Thanks!