I know an upside down clown,
Whose smile looks just like a frown,
He could hold his breathe indefinitely in H2O and never drown,
Because water is air and air is water,
Mr Chuckles, that's his name,
His antics are like tragedy, but like comedy they ought'a,
I once saw him walk into a basement,
And end up in a tree,
Put an umbrella above his head,
And rain poured out from within,
Get in to bed,
And end up face-first in a bin,
Too bad for Mr Chuckles,
Because his every good deed,
Is felt as a sin.

© Alex Frost 2015