Class, Or Classless, Clown

He does not have enough to do;

so he gives us laughs---and not a few.

His repetitious, shrill pretension

takes place in only one dimension.

Of truth, he has no apprehension;

especially this one too dim

for his mind---that we dislike him.

Our laughter, even when guts bust,

emerges from distinct disgust.

 

Starward

Author's Notes/Comments: 

Always one in the class; from kindergarten right up through senior year.

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Diamond_Wills_New_War's picture

Nice meter and

Nice meter and scheme.
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Though you're making me rethink my class clown days.


Long days and pleasant nights

Diamond

S74rw4rd's picture

Thank you for the compliment,

Thank you for the compliment, and I most sincerely hope I have not offended you.  The class clown I had in mind, who was a consistent presence among us through all twelve years of school (in a very small town, so the class population was small) was also a bully and a thug.  I doubt that you were ever like that.


But if the poem is in any way offensive to you, I would gladly delete it:  you tell me.


Starward

Diamond_Wills_New_War's picture

Don't delete it, didn't mean

Don't delete it, didn't mean anything of the such.


Long days and pleasant nights

Diamond

S74rw4rd's picture

Thank you so much for that

Thank you so much for that reply.


Starward