The Unhappy Clown
Round and round goes the clown.
Pound and pound, tears goes down.
For his frown he is now renown.
No more will he play downtown.
Here's a good spin to turn around.
He can still be a happy clown.
I hope you guys enjoy those little bursts of imagination!
I like the rhythm of your poem.
She looks pained while spinning.
Cool, thanks. Im happy that some emotions does come out from the drawing