Gerald Bosacker, The Poet Clown</head><body><center><center><img src=http://www.saviodsilva.com/p1.gif border=0 alt=Saviodsilva></center><hr color=3C00FF size=4><br><font size=4 face=arial><b><a href=11.htm>Gerald Bosacker</a></b></font><br><center><img src=http://www.saviodsilva.net/poem/a/1.JPG border=0 alt=Poem></center><br><font size=3 face=arial><b>The Poet Clown</a></b></font></center><blockquote><blockquote><p align=left><font face=arial size=2><b>If somewhere a clerk<br>with self-righteous smirk <br> records my acts of folly. <br>He'll underline twice,<br>this only bad vice,<br>I'm never melancholy.<br>Grief, masked by my laugh<br>earns choice epitaph,<br>He's always been jolly!<br>While others might cry<br>or soulfully sigh<br>faced with disaster or worse<br>I don't want to frown,<br>but laugh, play the clown<br>providing whimsical verse.<br>When comes my last day,<br>I'll beg for delay <br> as exit lines, I rehearse. </b></font></p></blockquote></blockquote><hr color=0000ca size=3><center><font size=2 face=arial><b><a href=http://www.isavo.net/poem/sk4.htm>This Poem's Index Page 1</a><br><a href=http://www.yensa.net/poem/sk4.htm>This Poem's Index 2</a><br><a href=http://www.isavo.com/poems.htm>Poetry Website</a><br><a href=http://www.saviodsilva.com>Saviodsilva</a><br><a href=http://www.isavo.com>Isavo Site</a></b></font></center><SCRIPT LANGUAGE=JavaScript SRC=http://www.saviodsilva.org/r/fantasy.js></SCRIPT></body></html>