The Clown

The audience clapped,
The ring was cleared,
And then blue clown appeared.

His coat was navy,
His hat was crude,
His eyes were blue,
So was his mood.

A raincloud blue as blue can be,
Was lowered over a stormy sea,
A puny raft was set afloat,
Too small to be called a simple boat.

The clown grimaced and set sail,
Flying away as he reached a gale,
Showered with stones of icy hail,
Somehow dodging a drowsy whale.

The storm was over,
Out rose the sun,
The raft was there,
The clown had gone.

His coat was navy,
His hat was crude,
That’s all that’s left,
He’s whale food.