Category: Clowns

Send In The Clown

10/23/2017

From our political correspondent, Dorothy "Lottie" Dawe:

Have you seen the latest cover for The New Yorker?

It reminded me of one of our plog (poetry blog) posts from October 4, 2016. Take a look -- click HERE. It includes Emmett Lee Dickinson's now-classic poem, "A curious Clown surprise this guy."

And speaking of The New Yorker, click HERE to read their "Top Ten" from their special report on "The Top 100 Events from the World of Poetry."

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Clownin' Around

10/4/2016

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Have you heard about all of the creepy clown sightings around the country lately? Some say that they can be explained in three ways:

1. Some of the sightings are nothing more than urban myths going viral.
2. Others say the sightings are copy-cat acts in cities across the county.
3. Some insist that if you check the locations of the cities, the sightings are nothing more than Donald Trump on the campaign trail.

To be honest, the true reason for all the sightings is that we’re in the midst of the annual North American Clown Migration when clowns move from Canada (following the Canadian Clown Car Rodeo in July) through the United States (for National Clown week in August) to Mexico (for Festival del Payaso Triste, Mexico’s annual Sad Clown Festival).

If you happen to spot a creepy clown in your city or town, relax! It’s probably just a prankster, pierrot or Punchinello heading south – and think of Emmett Lee Dickinson’s now-classic poem “A curious Clown surprised this Guy” (below on the left). His poem inspired third-cousin Emily to pen her poem “A curious Cloud surprised the Sky” (below on the right).

By Emmett Lee Dickinson:

A curious Clown surprised this Guy,
‘Twas Jester with a Horn;
His nose was Red –
His Shoes were Huge –
They all but roofed the floor.

So low he seemed – with grimace blue –
And, too, a bad toupee,
And so his sodden seltzer spray
Had not the comedy.

By Emily Dickinson:

A curious Cloud surprised the Sky,
’Twas like a sheet with Horns;
The sheet was Blue –
The Antlers Gray –
It almost touched the lawns.

So low it leaned – then statelier drew –
And trailed like robes away,
A Queen adown a satin aisle
Had not the majesty.

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