Miss Mother Goose, an egg has hatched,
A story to unfold.
A tale so blue, no one could match,
It's sadness un-opposed.
A guy went to a therapist,
Cause he was sad, and he looked glum.
The therapist had told him this,
'Go see the show in town old chum.
There's quite the clown and I confess,
He's joyful Woob-a-lee.
To kill your stress, what I suggest,
Tis him you go and see.'
'I like your advice therapist',
The guy said as he frowned.
'But see with this, the problem is,
I am the joyful clown...'
Awe, so sad...but I love the twist at the end. :) So much fun to read. Thanks for sharing! A big 10! Cheryl♡
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I would like to translate this poem
Write comment. Such a nice poem, Malik S. N. Read my poem, Love and Iust. Thanks