POLITICAL Poem: Clowns in Costumes, by Tara Bange

I saw it on the news,
A man deflated with cap in hand,
His last resort was the circus clan,
But to be a clown, you need a costume.

It’s more ridiculous than a cartoon
A bunch of clowns glaring at a man
For not spraying his face with a pail of tan
And wearing a matching suit.

“How dare you”,
Sulked the clown with the most tan,
“Not even do cartwheels and handstands.
You want a war to start, don’t you?”

“Aren’t you grateful for what we do?
Can you not at least do a little dance?”,
Snapped another clown on a rant.
I couldn’t believe this was the news.

“Next time, I will wear a suit
With more frills and sparkles than any of yours have.
First, step outside the circus, where I am”, said the man,
“Then you will see why I don’t wear costumes”.