It was my birthday party
Terry the clown was there
A middle aged man with a bald head
And robust views, and a squirting flower.
He was a hero of the town, was Terry
How many other working clowns
Smoked Camels, drank Carslberg
And drove a turbocharged pink Mini
With a squeaky horn?
Children always loved Terry
He was the type of man
That you wanted to be your Uncle
And got told to call Uncle
By legitimate but tired relatives
Who couldn’t handle the stress
Of twenty screaming children.
On the mid nineties birthday circuit
It was either Terry, quasar or bowling
And Terry was the King
I was waiting by the door that day
And he didn’t disappoint
Wearing a daring fuchsia suit
His red clown nose gleaming
Terry took us through his repertoire
Magic tricks, slapstick, the flower
Then a few nod and wink jokes
That got the Dad’s laughing
And the Mum’s shaking their heads
At the antics of this rogue
Change is an elusive process
One day Terry was in his element
The next his tricks seemed dated
His jokes had become off colour
And coulrophobia was a thing.
I saw him once, around that time
He was standing in the Co-op
In his standard civilian clothes
Cracking quips in the checkout line
As if to see if he still had it
What did Terry believe in?
It’s hard to answer with any certainty
When he was always taking the piss
He worshipped the deity of the joke
But unlike other commentators
Laughed with and not at the object
And most of all at and with himself.
Like all clowns, he seemed to know
That self-ridicule was required
To burst the balloon of anger
On the day of my eighth birthday
Terry was still in his prime
Expertly failing to notice
As I crept up with the foam pie
I hope that memories like this
Kept him going, at the bitter end
When he sat in front of the telly
Drinking and smoking and spluttering
Grumbling about the country
Lamenting the absence of laughter
About the Creator
Yanto Adda
There were three cats that congregated on the roof of the house at the corner of the apartment block, uncoiling in the sun, eyes closed, breathing calm and slow.
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