Holy Clown Poem by Chinwe Robert

I know a clown
A friend of mine
Whose trade it was
To give a laugh
And well he did,
To the numerous lot.
Who growing weary of his calling so,
Took a vow to wear the cloak.
After many and many a try,
His short comings his brethren knew.
And saying to himself
A day alone,
I shall ply my trade
Within this cloistered cell,
And so before the viaticum
He did entertain
With flips and flops and triple flips
He did again and again and again
And growing weary he said again:
To death I shall give myself
To do this deed
Which shall bring me
To the notice of Christ the king
And so with triple flips and flop he did
Followed by more flips
With devotion pure
Until his brethren seeing his misdemeanour so
Called the abbot to save the fool
From errant madness or heresy too
And so with haste the abbot came
And behold, so did Christ the same,
Whom with his mother
Watched the performing fool
Flip and flop and flip again,
And consoling this clown
Or fool as we know
There and then a saint was made
By Christ himself the king of kings
And Mary his mother,
A virgin blessed.
With a flip and flop the clown expired,
Forcing praises on the lips of his brethren
Who:
Seeing Christ and his mother too
Canonize the fool
Or clown we know
They wept with tears for their misgivings so.

And so this fool
Was a friend of Christ
By doing what he did
And doing it good.