The Clown

She wrote a special poem for him she enclosed in wooden frame

The old man's life from here on out would never be the same

His wife of many years had passed and it was funeral time

The poem described their love and life in each and every rhyme

She stood up at the podium and read the prose aloud

Nervous at the people there in such a large crowd

A tender moment, people mourned the loss of Alice Creed

She was so respected always helping folks in need

She gave the poem to the man and graciously sat down

And then another man came up smiling like a clown

He stood up front, his time to speak he eyed us in the church

What he said was nothing good it made us all feel worse

"These children on the front row are not the only two

The child I raised for Alice, the one you never knew"

We were grieved and now were shocked but no one made a sound

Pretending we heard nothing as the asshole clown sat down