I wandered lonely as a clown who gives the rubes cheap circus thrills
When all at once my jaundiced eye saw the trapeze artist in her frills.
'O Angeline, ' I called to her (They billed her as 'The Human Fly') .
'With you my life would be complete, without you in my arms, I die'.
She glanced at me and curled her lip. 'It's sex you want and not my love'.
I cried, 'My dear, it is not so'. She threw me one long, powdered glove.
That night, above the center ring, without a glove, she slipped and fell.
My heart was broken with her neck; my dreams of Heaven fled to Hell.
You see me as in baggy pants and bright red nose I play my part;
And I am in the center ring as 'The Clown With A Broken Heart'.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Lovely, very engaging story/poem.