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Styrofoam Clown

I lay at my window staring up at the sky
And at an imagined lane the clouds pass by
I bend ahead searching for a merry tale
But what I find instead is a sad detail….
A toymakers’ house not far away,
Full of lovely toys…. one for every day.
Then one fine morn, he thought ‘what to lay down?’
Ad he thought and thought and made a Styrofoam clown.
He showed it to all; but all would just frown….
As he was white, fragile and stumbling down.

The toys wanted to end this game.
So they thought.
“Let him laugh on himself now
Let him break his laughter vow
Let’s have a plan and fool that clown…..
Let’s feign a fire and let him stumble down.”

The harps bewitched played an ulterior dire;
And the ethereal toys submitted to the surreal fire;
All that remained now was the Styrofoam clown,
White, fragile and stumbling down…….
It stumbled down where the fire was known
He was created to cheer, so cried all alone.
He thought the fire would ruin him bad;
Not that he was afraid but he didn’t want to die sad.
So he smiled and smiled as he was a clown,
Though white, fragile and stumbling down…..
So for the last time he stood and bowed;
Didn’t walk to the fire but let himself explode.
A noise…. A flash….. emptiness again….
But didn’t he win at the death bargain?

All I then could see were tiny white flakes
Falling from the sky to my window ledge.
I knew he perished but before he would die
He shunned the heat of a despotic sky.
Death of the virtual fire for an afterglow.
And hence I know why it does snow…..