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

About Rex Tyler

I love animals. I enjoy writing poetry and delivering speeches.I like to mentor people who need help in preparing speeches and evaluations.I enjoy travel although it is much harder for me these days.I so enjoyed the Andes Mountains and Volcanoes and the Quichua people who live and thrive there.I have lots of friends around the world.
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