Whenever grave days pull you down,
I'll lift you up and be your clown,

amusing shoes, red nose, and all.
Banana peels: watch me fall!

I'll honk my horn, inflate balloons,
make silly noises, sing you tunes,

pull rubber chickens from a hat,
and spin into an acrobat,

or find a flower in your ear
to make those worries disappear

- whatever I must do to see
you smile once again at me.

Antigravity © Copyright 2021, Robert J. Tiess.

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Submitted: December 14, 2020