Class Clown Poem by GRANT FRASER

Class Clown



Idiot's delight!
that cannot ignite,
the obvious most
innermost, of a knowledge
most poorly received,

Pointed hat,
veering stealthily
towards that,

Worn by some,
to the invisible light,

Mistakes and all its
outtakes,
still breaks free,
like a homely sun beam,

On the worrier,
rehearsing for laughter!

Thursday, March 19, 2020
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