On March 13, the homework assignment was to use an object from home as writing inspiration. Here’s a poem that Ron Smith wrote about a foot-tall, antique clown doll.
Subtle Crimson Are
Your Cheeks
You’re always a bit of a clown
that’s why I’m drawn to you
and so patriotic
in red, white and blue
A ready smile for all
if they could only see
the melancholy, joker heart
no one knows but me
Through the smile it’s hard to
tell
you’ve shed a tear or two
the show must go on
even if the joke’s on you
A profile to remember
as when Cleopatra speaks
beside your curving dimples
subtle crimson are your cheeks
Professional beauty full time
amber light from your eyes
like any other woman
your deceptions aren’t lies
Toss the ball, honk your horn
cut a somersault
if the bed’s unmade and sink full
it’s not your fault
You’re always a bit of a clown
that’s what you’re paid to do
you cheer me when I’m sad
that’s why I’m drawn to you
—Ron Smith
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