An Audience of Dead Clowns

Huzzah!

Pip pip!

Get on stage, scared little jester!

Perform for this audience of clowns,

for they will laugh at anything,

and everything.

Nothing gets ignored under their gaze.

All you must do

is take a step, and let the jingle of

your cap and bells

echo in The Hall!

I say, put down those big shoes!

Throw away the blanket you hide under!

Get rid of your bravado!

They want you,

and only you.

Get on stage, frightened small jester,

before I run out of synonyms!

Fiddle and fumble,

sing or screech,

just do something! - oh.

Oh.

My sweet, young jester.

Don't crawl into a ball.

Don't hide in the corner of the stage.

There's nowhere to run.

And.

The clowns haven't even twitched,

Much less laughed.

No honks or hoots or hollers.

Why won't you make the clowns laugh?

They laugh at everything.

I promise!

Just do something!

Great.

Now they're all dead from boredom.

Now we're stuck with an audience of dead clowns.

Why did you kill those clowns my scared little jester?

I promised you they would’ve laughed at anything,

you just had to do something.