Going through some old posts and I came across this one.
I don’t usually write poems but I always thought
this was pretty good;
hope you think so, too.

Rumors the Clown is coming to town.
He’ll take your frown, turn it upside down.
Saturday night at Monument Park West.
Come see the joker who’s the best of the best.
Yes, Rumors the Clown is coming to visit
So run children, run, or you surely will miss it
The circus wagon chugged through the streets
Extolling Rumors the Clown’s incredible feats.
The star of tv, the stage and the screen
Would roll into town, a sight to be seen,
This violet-haired, bumbling, zoot-suited jester,
The idol of Harold and Mary and Lester
The kids scampered home to ask mom and ask dad
“Can we go? Can we see him? We haven’t been bad.
It’s true! It’s true! We heard and we saw
Go look it up at the newspaper store!”
Nothing this special has happened before.
Rumors the Clown will be here for sure!
The next day the newspaper store was a-buzz
As people poured in to make sure it was just
As their children had told them, their faces a-glow
Like the bright flaming torches at the juggling show.
Could it be? Was it true? Were their children mistaken?
Were dreams fed to them by somebody faking?
The storekeeper shouted “You all think you’re so clever!
Stop pushing and shoving! Such discourtesy – I never!
You’re all here in my store for the very same reason –
Are the Rumors rumors true or is somebody teasing?”
The children stood round with their eyes all a-gape
When a shout rang out “Here it is, right here on page eight!”
“Make way! Let me through” the town librarian barked.
“I’ll take a close look with my assistant, Miss Lark.”
They put on their glasses and read every word.
Was the news printed here what the children had heard?
“Now quiet everyone while I read the whole story;
If you dare interrupt me you will surely be sorry!”
Come one and come all to the best show in town!
We’re speaking of course of Rumors the Clown.
At Monument Park West on Saturday night.
The most splendid performance will thrill and delight!
Rumors will juggle, ride bareback and walk the high wire
And perhaps – if you’re lucky – swallow a sword blazing with fire!
The extravaganza is free of charge to all who attend,
Sponsored by philanthropists and the hospital band
For the benefit of sick children and orphans here and there
Who desperately need fun from some people who care.
Saturday at eight – write it down and be there!
Monument Park at the west wall – that’s where!
“That’s tonight!” someone yelled and they ran home to dress
In their dandiest clothes so they’d all look their finest.
In dresses and new shoes and even a vest
They headed out laughing, not stopping to rest
They ran all the way to Monument Park West.
But when they arrived at the end of their quest
The west wall was locked, closed to all guests.
“There’s nobody here! Where’s Rumors the Clown?
The newspaper ad said the west side of town!”
And everyone cried, even mean Mr. Brown.
In his shop the printer wore a terrible frown.
He’d made a mistake – he deserves a fool’s crown
For the “WEST” – not the “EAST”– is what he wrote down.
At Monument Park East Rumors sat crying alone
The east side was empty for no one had shown.
“My days as a great clown are over and done;
It’s time to retire, go live in the clown home.”
Blowing his nose Rumors pulled out his phone.
“Bozo? It’s Rumors. And I’m so very alone.”
NAR © 2023
Originally published 2020
Great job on the poem Nancy.. I would say it’s more than alright. I liked it too. You are a great clowning around with the best .. who doesn’t love bozo
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Thanks, Cindy. I think it’s pretty good, too! So glad you liked it!
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❤️💕❤️
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I love this type of poetry and it made me think of Dr. Seuss’s book “If I Ran the Circus.” What a sad end for old Rumors the Clown, but maybe better things are on the horizon for him.
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Thanks, Bridgette. I like to think so, too. I don’t believe Rumors is ready to retire his squirting flower just yet! 🤡
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I’d say it’s better than “pretty good”. Nicely done.
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Thanks, luv! I’ll happily take that comment! Glad to know you enjoyed it. 😀
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So Rumors days as a great clown are over and done. But of course, inquiring minds want to know, what’s life like at the clown home? Oh, I can only imagine. Interesting poem. Thanks for sharing.
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Thanks for your great comment, Brian! I wouldn’t want to visit the retirement home, would you? Too many clowns under one roof for me! That can’t be good!
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I felt so sorry for Rumors in the end but retirement will still be a win ❤️
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Ain’t it a shame! The unhappy life of a clown. Oh, Rumors, say it ain’t so! 🤡
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I’m not a fan of clowns either. Some of them are scary looking 😁
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So, you did write your own “Vesti la giubba”, Nancy!!!
Tears of a clown, in Sicilian ink.🌹
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Haha!! Leave it to you, Nick! A great comment. Yes, my very own Pagliacci! Fortunately no one got knifed in my version 🤣 🎪
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I felt so bad for Rumors the Clown at the end there….
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Yeah, me too, John. Definitely a sad day for Rumors. 🎭
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I love this narrative poem. Can you imagine I was also waiting to see Rumours the Clownnon stage. Dammit, I’m just a clown! 😂😂 What a challenging and interesting one, my dear Nancy.
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Thanks so much, Lam! I think we were all rooting for Rumors; it just wasn’t meant to be. 😢
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Haa 🤣. It wasn’t for sure. Feel most welcome 🤗
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