poetry
In a small town where laughter thrived,
There lived a man, with humor derived.
John was his name, a jester so rare,
His jokes and stories, beyond compare.
With a twinkle in his eye, and a mischievous grin,
He could make anyone laugh, from deep within.
No matter how serious or grumpy they'd be,
John's wit and charm set their spirits free.
He organized a show, a comedy delight,
The whole town gathered, hearts filled with light.
The community center buzzed with anticipation,
For John's talent brought joy to every occasion.
As the lights dimmed low, the crowd fell still,
And there he stood, dressed like a colorful thrill.
His clown outfit alone brought laughter's...
There lived a man, with humor derived.
John was his name, a jester so rare,
His jokes and stories, beyond compare.
With a twinkle in his eye, and a mischievous grin,
He could make anyone laugh, from deep within.
No matter how serious or grumpy they'd be,
John's wit and charm set their spirits free.
He organized a show, a comedy delight,
The whole town gathered, hearts filled with light.
The community center buzzed with anticipation,
For John's talent brought joy to every occasion.
As the lights dimmed low, the crowd fell still,
And there he stood, dressed like a colorful thrill.
His clown outfit alone brought laughter's...