Joyful Depression Poem by Malik-seven Navarre

Miss Mother Goose, an egg has hatched,
A story to unfold.
A tale so blue, no one could match,
It's sadness un-opposed.

A guy went to a therapist,
Cause he was sad, and he looked glum.
The therapist had told him this,
'Go see the show in town old chum.

There's quite the clown and I confess,
He's joyful Woob-a-lee.
To kill your stress, what I suggest,
Tis him you go and see.'

'I like your advice therapist',
The guy said as he frowned.
'But see with this, the problem is,
I am the joyful clown...'