The brothers were shunned from their very own town
Because they looked unique unlike any other clown
They ran deep into the forest as tears fell from their eyes
And found a cave where they could dwell beneath star lit skies

Although they were lonely they refused to be lame
So they created routines in aspiration of fame
They juggled and danced and rode bikes with one wheel
And created a performance that would be most surreal

They called it bicycle ballet; it was an invention of skill
To the eyes of a spectator it would be guaranteed to thrill
They practiced all day until the sun went down
Although they knew they could never perform for their town

Then one day an idea fell upon the minds of the brothers
Let's disguise ourselves to look like all of the others
A talent show is scheduled two weeks from tomorrow
If we put on a good show maybe it will get rid of our sorrow

Blooba decided to cover his pear shaped head
With hair he glued on that was curly and red
Randolph thought of ways he could color his nose
He created a dye from a scarlet colored rose

They returned to Clownutopia, the town in which they were from
And entered the contest as Clown Two and Clown One
The bicycle ballet caused the crowd to cheer and applaud
The brothers still frowned because they knew they were fraud

Then out of nowhere a black cloud covered the sky
Rain poured down ferociously causing the brothers to cry
Blooba's hair fell from his head while Randolph's nose faded to white
Their identities were revealed, the crowd reacted with fright

In a quiet arena everyone stared in awe
Waiting for someone to speak to what they just saw
The mayor of the town stood tall and spoke loud
"Randolph and Blooba I hope you are proud
'While you may look like no other clown with your pale nose and your bald head
You've managed to delight us with your talent instead"

Suddenly the frowns that haunted them for years
Turned into great smiles and got rid of their tears

Author's Statement

I was born in Spain and raised in Maryland. I am a Communications Manager for Bank of America in Wilmington, Delaware. Creative writing has always been a hobby of mine that started at a very young age and still continues today. In the third grade I wrote my first book and by age 12 was selected for the Gifted and Talented Writing program. I enjoy and have written several poems for friends and family, most often inspired by real life experiences. My favorite poet is Shel Silverstein who also wrote my favorite children's book, "The Giving Tree." When it comes to my interest and skill in the arts, I have my parents to thank. My father is a gifted musician and my mother is very talented in the area of arts and crafts.

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