In The Palace

When a clown moves into a Palace There is distraction and malice There is then worries dread and callous As the clowns voice does ring. The clown does his many magic tricks Then he jokes and laughs with the hypocrites His new home he now does transfix And to all he laughs and he does sing. With his orange hair and painted face He carries a hamburger bag and a empty briefcase And he places puppets in his new place All in the West wing. He arrives in a very short school bus He screams and cries and makes a fuss The Palace then becomes a giant Circus The clown doesn't become a king. Randy L. McClave