The Clown (by irjasen)

Master of all joyful feelings, How easy you achieve it. You took any reddish dye, And from ear to ear in width, You drew yourself a pretty smile. But I saw the gliding Of a murky tear down the pale, Which unwittingly gave away The lair of your leaden heart, What the flower tried to hide. ***Clown that im thinking of has a Pale face, red smile, dark tear, and a flower on his left side of the chest, the one that sprays water