To some it might be ironic, to others who are cold-hearted and cruel,
The comical tragedy of the dismayed clown, will, once told, play on your mind for many moons.
He wanted to be a clown soldier, to fight for the continued freedom and rights of his fellow hilarious women and men,
Yet,
When it came to enlisting at the docks on those given days,
His entry was
strangely
unpermitted.
His grandfather had left behind a courageous legacy, dying many years before at the hands of the serious cut-throat businessmen of Shanty Shore,
It was his grandpapa that this clown wished to fight the bravest for, and his family he wished to show his allegiance for.
Yet,
One look at him, and the government officials
rudely slammed
their
doors.
Now red faced and highly embarrassed, the now-comical clown burned from within, such mortification and dismay,
He couldn’t face the other clowns, now successfully enlisted,
He wouldn’t dare
show them
his
face.
Once home, he bypassed his mother, flung himself face-first onto his bed,
Wept for hours,
At the dismay of his confused mother,
She hadn’t known what he had set out to achieve that day.
Yet,
After the violent battalions,
Where bloodied clowns and bloodied men were found lying, injured or deathly ill on the fields,
A formerly dismayed clown was living,
Positively thriving,
He was thankful for his near miss, his rejection from the troops.
And didn’t he learn that whatever had turned the officials off had likely saved his life,
The irony of the situation would remain with him
Until
his
dying day.
© 2019 Alice Well Art, Lauren M. Hancock also known as Alice Well. All rights reserved.
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