I have recently performed an excellent escapade of a jaunty nature with my friends. You will be I am sure astonished to find that it is of the silly, if not goofy variety. Clown night was a strictly professional affair, as the images attached I'm sure will clearly notate.
One of the most imperative parts of clown-hood is to paint ones face onto an egg; which for a set of professionals such as ourselves proved but to be no challenge at all.
Also this is a poem written from the perspective of my clown, it has some tidbits that you can put together which hint at why she is so sad (It has to do with a simple mistake that had grave consequences).
A Clown's Folly.
To swing oneself 'pon a melodies' trapeze,
Its truly imperative to know to please not sneeze,
As well as stretch and tuck ones toes,
Before from ribbon to ribbon those toes goes,
Flying left and flying right in flight
To an evil-dooers true and light delight to the night!
So now you know how that tale would and always goes
I implore you lady do tuck in those toes!
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