For as long as he could remember
He had always wanted to be a clown
Everyone that he had ever encountered
Made him smile instead of frown
For a costume, he saved his money
And purchased an item, one at a time
A hat, baggy pants, and oversized shoes
And a striped shirt, yellow, green, and lime
Wearing his costume, he approached a circus
If they needed a clown, could he apply
They told him that he must audition
It was up to him if he wanted to try
Into the big top, they led him
And to a giant cannon, they stopped
“The clown that we shot, he died”
“He missed the net, to the ground dropped”
“The job is yours if you want it”
“Health insurance, You’re on your own”
“Three times a day you will be shot”
“If your lucky, won’t break any bones”
“On the dotted line, he signed his name
He did his daily flying with pride
But he couldn’t help but wonder,
Am I trying to commit suicide?