The Show Is Over Poem by Raj Arumugam

The Show Is Over



by all accounts
it was a big hit;
the children laughed
as the adults observed
where it went
I jumped, I tripped, I fell
I came on stage thin and frail
and grew visibly like a balloon
and I cackled aloud like a bell
I rolled about, I tumbled:
The elephant offered me a banana
And the cat scratched my back
And the toothless old man
in the last row laughed
and all the audience were showered in his spit
And the kid in the third row
shouted:
'Look, mum! There's the clown! The clown!
Ha, ha, ha, ha
clown, clown, clown'
Blown here into the tent
Rolling like uprooted dry sedge in the wind
Knock about, roll, roll, roll
Laugh, laugh, laugh
Clown, clown, clown
And the man in coat and tie he announced:
'We don't know how to laugh, to laugh
So we need a clown, a clown, a clown'

Ha, ha, ha
The world does not know how to laugh
And so I am its clown
Ha, ha, ha,

And so it is done
I am done
And the admiring kids have been dragged back home
And the adults have their guilt fixed for the while
And the owner counts his notes and coins
And I've had my performance high -
And now in my cell I'm left alone
To see what it is to be a clown
And I see me in my mirror
And I point with my bony finger
At the strange figure
And I laugh, I laugh and I cry aloud:
'Look mum - clown, clown, clown
Clown in the mirror, clown in the mirror
Look mum - clown in the mirror, clown in the mirror
The same one you brought out into the world'

Ha, ha, ha
I too do not know how to laugh
and so I am my own clown
clown, clown, clown
Ha, ha, ha

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