A clown was born

6 foot 8 “Puddle”
A pity clown
In white
A stature
Bring it on
This man
Always gets it right
A voice that
Cracks the ceiling
He is his majesty
He reaches hearts
Before unreached
And always sings in key

He really has a way with him
His silky whites we see
He pinkish nose is sadness shows
Yet he just feels so free
A voice to rock the heavens
And eyes expressing so
Puddles pity party
I did enjoy the show

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