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Mallory Ortberg’s Favorite Advice Columns

Mallory Orthburg has been recommended in Dear Prudence and is said to be the c o-founder of The Toast. Longreads asked her to introduce her favorite recommendation column.

by Longreads February 16, 2016 October 19, 2022

1. “The Monty Hall Problem” (Marilyn vos Savant, Parade Magazine)

PRICEONOMICS describes this column as follows:

Voss Savin carefully answered the question of the reader of the Monty Hall issue, a relatively unknown stochastic puzzle. She received more than 10, 000 messages, but most of them were convinced that they were a foolish fool from general scientists and medical scientists.
The subsequent journey was terrible for Vo Savin, such as swearing, bargaining between men and women, and academic harassment.

2. “I racked up $20,000 in personal charges on my company credit card: update” (Ask A Manager)

I prefer ASK A Manager. I prefer the wave of relief that attacks when I read the fall of others. The best thing is that everything looks good! The young man was just afraid, and knew he had a terrible meltdown, and he didn't talk to anyone and couldn't find a way to correct the story. He talked honestly, met the results and found a conclusion. Sometimes I see how someone cuts Goldias's knot!

Let's consider the creator of last month's news. He has accumulated $ 20. 00 cash spending on his company's credit card and used a card to receive a PayPal replacement to repay them every month. This is his announcement.
I went to my boss and I simply lined everything up for food, except for all kinds of mention of how I came here: I spend my money on my company's card But it is $ 20, 000, and I can't return them right away.
He happened to say hello to his boss and had a conference with me with the Human Resources Department. Along with the invitation of the meeting, a company's policy manufacturer on credit cards and policy manufacturers on ethics were enclosed.
The first question was like this: "Do you understand how to use the company card? While reading the given documents, reading the documents and talking to your boss, so far. It became clear that the use of my card was inappropriate.

3. “Brotherly Love” (Emily Yoffe, Dear Prudence)

This card will definitely enter the Glory Hall of East and West. (I refuse to be interested in discussing whether it is a fake letter). This is a twin art with blood. And this is awkward, strange, a little sad, and a little cute! Emily combines practicality and kindness perfectly. Who imagined that incest touching the heart of the heart?

I and my dizzy twins (both male) are already 30 years old. When we were young, we were always very close and lived in the same bedroom. At the age of 12, we gradually started sexual experiments. A few years later, we noticed that we were in love. Of course, we felt guilty and embarrassed, and we didn't have the courage to tell anyone what we were doing. We wanted this to be a "step", but eventually we slept together until we went to college. We knew that this could be ruined, so we concluded an agreement to end it. We studied at a distant school and restricted communication on family trips. But we never licked each other, so after the university, we have been together, and since then we have been very sober as a couple of universities. I am not writing a letter to you to make our relationship a moral meaning. Our dilemma is how to associate with families and friends who are becoming more and more curious.

4. “Ask Ijeoma” (The Establishment)

This is a new column with advice, but I love other works of Izheom and I'm looking forward to future developments.

I think it is necessary to stop seeing love as a property and as an agreement. You are with someone because you want to do it, and if you're a single person, you've decided to do so. It is impossible to "rob" someone. You are always yourself and take full responsibility for your decision. Does that mean that women don't have to worry if they start dating with a partner or have a family? Frankly, I don't know if so. Because if you are hurt by the wrong opponent, your pain is not that someone wants to sleep with your partner, but your partner wants to sleep with someone else.

5. “Miss Lonelyhearts” (Nathanael West)

New York Post's Miss Lonely Hearts (Is it in trouble?? Let's give me advice? "If you give a letter to Miss Lonely Hearts, she will help you). There is an art editor. The prayer written by Schriike was written.
Miss L Miss's soul, please praise me. I sleep with Miss L's corpse, Miss L, L, and I am drunk. Miss L Miss's tears, save me. Oh, your friend L Miss, forgive my prayer, hug me in my heart, and protect me from my enemy. Help, Miss L, help, help. In saecula saeculorum. Amen.
Before the end of the term, he was still working on his director, despite the at least one quarter. Life is worth living. It is full of dreams, peace, kindness and ecstasy, and on a desolate black altar, full of burning worship like a burning snow. "But it was impossible to continue. The message was no longer interesting. He had no chance to keep searching for the same jokes from one of the interesting 30th, and most days. Cut from a har d-shaped knife test for all monotonous, hear t-shaped biscuits that received more than 30 messages.

Honorable Mention: This scene from the season 3 “Simpsons” episode, “Like Father, Like Clown”:

The person who is looking for advice No. 1: Restsque, should I graduate from college? Rabbi Crustsk: Yes. No one is poor, and don't count unknown people. Mother: Libe, should I make another child? Rabbi: Yes. The baby will bring blessing to your home. A man seeking advice Part 2: Should I buy rabbi, Chrysler? Rabbi Krastophsk: Do you have the opportunity to reconsider this problem as ethical? A man seeking advice 2: Hmm. Is it true to buy a Chrysler? Rabi Crustsk: Oh, that's right. It's a wonderful machine gun with a steering amplifier and a dyna fl o-suspension pension.

In response to the recommendation of the "Dear Prudens", Marori Ortberg is a c o-founder of the toast and the creator of Jane Air lyrics. Check her Twitter. Miss Lonely Hearts of New York Post "(Are you in trouble? Do you want to give me advice?" If you give Miss Lonely Hearts, she will help her). The prayer written by the editor, Schriike, was written.

Clown Poems

Miss L Miss's soul, please praise me. I sleep with Miss L's corpse, Miss L, L, and I am drunk. Miss L Miss's tears, save me. Oh, your friend L Miss, forgive my prayer, hug me in my heart, and protect me from my enemy. Help, Miss L, help, help. In saecula saeculorum. Amen.

Before the end of the term, he was still working on his director, despite the at least one quarter. Life is worth living. It is full of dreams, peace, kindness and ecstasy, and on a desolate black altar, full of burning worship like a burning snow. "But it was impossible to continue. The message was no longer interesting. He had no chance to keep searching for the same jokes from one of the interesting 30th, and most days. Cut from a har d-shaped knife test for all monotonous, hear t-shaped biscuits that received more than 30 messages.

Clown & Circus Poems

Baggy Trousers by Pip [Clown] [written for Clown Bluey]

In response to the recommendation of the "Dear Prudens", Marori Ortberg is a c o-founder of the toast and the creator of Jane Air lyrics. Check her Twitter. New York Post's Miss Lonely Hearts (Is it in trouble?? Let's give me advice? "If you give a letter to Miss Lonely Hearts, she will help you). There is an art editor. The prayer written by Schriike was written.

A Prayer Anonymous

A Clown’s Blessing Author Unknown

Friends Anonymous

ACROBATS by Robert Graves

In response to the recommendation of the "Dear Prudens", Marori Ortberg is a c o-founder of the toast and the creator of the lyrics of Jane Air. Check her Twitter.

Lonely by Thomas “Tom Fun” Morgan (Clown)

For years, Bluey the Clown has been collecting poems about clowns and the circus, written by clowns, other singers, and ordinary people. Bluey hoped to one day publish a collection of poems and donate the proceeds to the Crown Philanthropy Fund, a registered charity developed and administered by Crown International. Debbie "Jolly Dizzy" Cloete agreed to be the illustrator, providing pictures for some of the poems. The late Spike Milligan, the distinguished vice-president of Clown International, was responsible for writing the "foreword" to the book and was also expected to add one of his own masterful poems. Sadly, Spike passed away before he had time to write the preface, and the opportunity to publish his poems passed with him.

Why Be A Clown? By Thomas “Tom Fun” Morgan (Clown)

So Bluey decided to "publish" his poems online, trusting that someone would decide to have the opportunity to read and appreciate them. Bluey would like to thank and acknowledge the clowns and other creators who first allowed him to publish the poems, and Debbie "Jolly Dizzy" Clout, who spent hours drawing the illustrations for the poems (not shown here).

The Trouper by Val “Raindrop” Worby (Clown)

(In no particular order)

A Poem Anonymous

Wide trousers, bright red bills, fool hats on his heads. Spinning flowers spin his ties, drops fall from his eyes. Elastic braces clang, his machine guns roar and explode! Patchwork coats, fluttering shoes, a picture-perfect smile that blows away sadness. It is the clown's usual immediate duty to make us laugh and banish frowns.

The Silent Clown by Sylvia Abraham

Lord, grant me a sense of humor and the kindness to see through jokes, to receive the bliss of life and to share it with others.

Send in the Clowns by Cath “Shandy” Carpenter (Clown)

May your noses be red and shiny, and your smiles always colorful. May your cheeks be sweet and pink, and your eyes sparkle in the light. May your shoes always be oversized, your suits always open wide, and your heart fill with laughter every time a clown dresses up. Your complexion is perfectly set, and weightless balloons just inflate. Wherever you go, little children run to you.

A Child’s View of the Circus by Cath “Shandy” Carpenter (Clown)

Friends are like weightless balls, and if you leave them alone, they may not come back. For example, we can be so busy with our own lives and work that we don't even realize that we've let our friends slip away.

For the Love of the Circus by Cath “Shandy” Carpenter (Clown)

You smile to one side, as if you are balancing dizzyingly on everything and not knowing which way you will fall.

The Performer by Val “Raindrop” Worby (Clown)

Loneliness--what is loneliness? It is only--yes, it is only a selfish, self-centered feeling--yes, it happens when you withdraw. When there is no external compulsion to participate in life, you feel abandoned. You have no husband or wife, no help to carry the vast daily burden of this world. Every night, well, almost every night, you sit alone, read alone. And you wonder--yes, you wonder why the tears come to your eyes. Because your mind is filled with fears of what tomorrow will bring, and you feel only sadness for the hope of living a complete and happy life with your husband or wife. The next time you feel like crying, let the tears flow. Open your mouth wide, turn down the pressure, and show that you have everything in your life in moderation. Work and rest, deal with it as they are determined each day. And when you feel that you are in control of the situation, step out of the handmade hole. Back to the place of your first promise of love, life, and light. Thank God I realize what I see and have the strength to handle whatever happens.

A Dream (Or Was It)? By Billy Cooley, aged 11

Why be a clown? Who can be a clown? I want to be a clown, to fall and see this laughter. But doesn't it hurt? Yes, sometimes it hurts. But I see this laughter and I can control it. But sometimes it brings tears. No, it often brings tears. Sometimes it brings tears. When I see this laughter, tears often come. I believe tears ease the pain. But what am I supposed to believe when I see this laughter? The power above is a loving power that helps us to love. And we should all love... Thank you God for the laughter.

Tears and Fears by Val “Raindrop” Worby (Clown)

They came here with someone. They came with her husband, boyfriend and family. Nevertheless, I am one of the reasons they are here and part of the shows they came to see. We don't know each other yet, but thanks to me, they are here. And when I performed, the perfect rehearsal song turns the stage and the audience, and there is no gap between them. Between the shine of Tinsel and the flashing light, we are regarded as part of each other's world, and this small star burns brightly. For example, in their world, I play my role perfectly. Soft dance, happy jokes, each time I am completely different in my heart. Every time, a happy song and a nifty joke are prepared. For them, I am an eternal mischief and a carefree clown. They just see me jumping up and leave when I fall. When I share myself with them, our two worlds become one and integrate for a while. And everything disappears and everything is over. I give them a personal small gift, they applaud for me, and the curtain closes. I leave the warm and bright stage, and head to a cool and serious dressing room with a faded dirty wall and a naked light bulb that barely illuminates the darkness. Dus t-filled shelves, fragile excrement, old mirror full of freckles. Maybe you're doing a cup with your colleagues.

The Clowns Prayer – 1 Author Unknown

Isn't it unusual for the prince, ruler, clogged clowns in sequel, and ordinary people like you and me as eternal builders? Everyone has a set of tools, watches and rules. And everyone has the obligation to make anything that jumps into his life, that is, a stumbling and one step. They came here with someone. They came with her husband, boyfriend and family. Nevertheless, I am one of the reasons they are here and part of the shows they came to see. We don't know each other yet, but thanks to me, they are here. And when I performed, the perfect rehearsal song turns the stage and the audience, and there is no gap between them. Between the shine of Tinsel and the flashing light, we are regarded as part of each other's world, and this small star burns brightly. For example, in their world, I play my role perfectly. Soft dance, happy jokes, each time I am completely different in my heart. Every time, a happy song and a nifty joke are prepared. For them, I am an eternal mischief and a carefree clown. They just see me jumping up and leave when I fall. When I share myself with them, our two worlds become one and integrate for a while. And everything disappears and everything is over. I give them a personal small gift, they applaud for me, and the curtain closes. I leave the warm and bright stage, and head to a cool and serious dressing room with a faded dirty wall and a naked light bulb that barely illuminates the darkness. Dus t-filled shelves, fragile excrement, old mirror full of freckles. Maybe you're doing a cup with your colleagues.

The Clowns Prayer – 2 Author unknown

Isn't it unusual for the prince, ruler, clogged clowns in sequel, and ordinary people like you and me as eternal builders? Everyone has a set of tools, watches and rules. And everyone has the obligation to make anything that jumps into his life, that is, a stumbling and one step. They came here with someone. They came with her husband, boyfriend and family. Nevertheless, I am one of the reasons they are here and part of the shows they came to see. We don't know each other yet, but thanks to me, they are here. And when I performed, the perfect rehearsal song turns the stage and the audience, and there is no gap between them. Between the shine of Tinsel and the flashing light, we are regarded as part of each other's world, and this small star burns brightly. For example, in their world, I play my role perfectly. Soft dance, happy jokes, each time I am completely different in my heart. Every time, a happy song and a nifty joke are prepared. For them, I am an eternal mischief and a carefree clown. They just see me jumping up and leave when I fall. When I share myself with them, our two worlds become one and integrate for a while. And everything disappears and everything is over. I give them a personal small gift, they applaud for me, and the curtain closes. I leave the warm and bright stage, and head to a cool and serious dressing room with a faded dirty wall and a naked light bulb that barely illuminates the darkness. Dus t-filled shelves, fragile excrement, old mirror full of freckles. Maybe you're doing a cup with your colleagues.

At The Circus by Gavin “Malteser” Radforth (aged 13 – Junior Clown)

Rice Pudding in My Lug Holes by Charlie Chucklebucket [Clown]

Look at the clown who doesn't say anything. They don't have to hear the story. Why are they so sad that they are about to cry? Are you lonely in your heart? Why? Can a clown sigh? Or will they be lost in the flock of people who came to laugh with their expressions and their sigh disappeared? Can a clown can speak with time? If the lips of the clown are passed by a word, will the magic spells and the art of being a clown be solved? Is there a happy clown that tells me that not all clowns are sad and smiles and makes me happy?

The Circus by Benjamin Smith

Send a clown-Hurry, something is wrong. Someone fell. Are the lion trainer's hands trembling with fear? The orchestra chopped the beat and heard the animal roar. Send a clown when the dog does not want to perform in a hurry, "Send Joey to excite applause." In colorful costumes, their "Entre" should continue until the cage is empty. What if a clown comes? Everyone is gone. The show doesn't last. Who makes everyone laugh: involves the children until the danger goes away and all the problems are solved. This is the power and glory of clowns, from the moment the big top rises to the royal pillars.

Yesterday, there was an elephant here. It was as large as the house and was painted in gray. The trunk was long enough to reach the sky, and every time I passed, the whole earth shook. Yesterday, there was a clown in the stadium. The horse sprinted, the lion roared, one man ate a fire and swallowed the sword. Yesterday there was a big tent here, it was round, striped, and very bright. I was still standing when I returned last night, but I can't see it anymore. The circus is coming. " There is magic and laughter, and the orchestra plays. But now there is no one, the sky is very gray, and I wish I had been yesterday. Look at the clown that doesn't say anything. They don't have to hear the story. Why are they so sad that they are about to cry? Are you lonely in your heart? Why? Can a clown sigh? Or will they be lost in the flock of people who came to laugh with their expressions and their sigh disappeared? Can a clown can speak with time? If the lips of the clown are passed by a word, will the magic spells and the art of being a clown be solved? Is there a happy clown that tells me that not all clowns are sad and smiles and makes me happy?

Yesterday, there was an elephant here. It was as large as the house and was painted in gray. The trunk was long enough to reach the sky, and every time I passed, the whole earth shook. Yesterday, there was a clown in the stadium. The horse sprinted, the lion roared, one man ate a fire and swallowed the sword. Yesterday there was a big tent here, it was round, striped, and very bright. I was still standing when I returned last night, but I can't see it anymore. The circus is coming. " There is magic and laughter, and the orchestra plays. But now there is no one, the sky is very gray, and I wish I had been yesterday. Look at the clown who doesn't say anything. They don't have to hear the story. Why are they so sad that they are about to cry? Are you lonely in your heart? Why? Can a clown sigh? Or will they be lost in the flock of people who came to laugh with their expressions and their sigh disappeared? Can a clown can speak with time? If the lips of the clown are passed by a word, will the magic spells and the art of being a clown be solved? Is there a happy clown that tells me that not all clowns are sad and smiles and makes me happy?

For the love of the circus. How much will we give? For just twenty four hours of the day, traveling the lanes with one thought - any guff will be more than the other, because it is indeed guarded from behind. An unassuming section of the road with no charm suddenly flashes with ecstasy, and as we pass the lane, only the notes of our existence remain. What is the reward for giving to the circus? No bouquets, no diplomas, no glittering prizes. Just mud up to my knees. The force of the storm ends my loyalty before all the records. Adrenaline rushes as the children are mocked and the palms are yelled to rise! Get up! Pay up, get in. The elixir of life begins.

No matter how many shows you do, no matter how long you live, you, the member of the group, are not here to recover this, but to give this. No matter how untalented you are, no matter how unprofessional you are, you have to solve your personal problems, all in your own power. If you sweep, clean, make sure that a cloud of dust does not ruin someone's best scene. And search the shelves for the presence of debris that finds a way to get in every time. Even the skin, including the corpse, will be damaged after half a day. You, the show dealer, are always amused by the show. Use electronic light bulbs to carefully light each scene. Do not turn the blood pool blue or the personality of the main character green. Keep in mind that it may drown out half of their replicas and you need to sound, for example, on the microphone so that you are strangled with your cable. The connoisseur of the tent keeps the presence of mind in the storm, but every time, it will be the same, no matter what obstacles you understand, but you will be guilty without fail. The producer tries to be effective, and the whole business depends, in fact, so that you do so many of them and you are only once. And you, the actor, are ready every time to hand over all of them while you are lea.

"Mom said while lying on my bed." This food makes my child dream. " "I'm not a child, I'm 10 years old," he said. Imagine my trouble at breakfast the next day. Speaking of that child, "I'm dreaming. If you ask me, I'll explain when you hear the sound of knocking on the window frame that night. Please sleep." I muttered. A girl (about 8 years old) came in. I had yellow hair, big red nose, and big chin. The height is average, but it was far from my height. But frankly, I was scared. She had a big round eyes. She was silently looking at me. Her truck suit was pretty neat. And we looked at her huge legs and grinned. Suddenly she started crying: I asked, I heard from a star called Matus, a distant galaxy. All surviving clowns live on Murtle. Since God created us specially, we were able to laugh on your earth. But now your elders are repeating the same lie everywhere. They say. "You don't have to have a clown." Did they say that when they were young? Your children are our only hope. Support us, if not, we will die. " .... Suddenly she disappeared and I started crying.

No, don't force yourself, turn it away. It has abilities, I look interesting, but it will definitely not like you like you. Perhaps in another room, she can get a glimpse of my bright personality. Read an inhuman thing that often becomes an adult, trying to dispel children's anxiety so that she does not mock her true anxiety and not amplify the flow of tears of her baby. Not so. Don't call her stupid or make you feel guilty. Because she is just one of the groups who experienced the same thing. Everyone is afraid of something, but few have actually accepted that this is true. For example, some adults, like children, are afraid of clown's face. Will evil plans, kind jokes do not hide laughter? -In good intentions or cruel? For you, clown is just a parody of life and an interesting face. She doesn't want to expose any chance of her eyes when her eyes enter. There is nothing in the back of the vulgar mask that hides me, for example, until she becomes an adult, she will wait for her fear to become V.

Blessed to the god of clown who made the universe laugh. A person who rings the upsets and jokes. Those who rotate the universe funny and add beauty every day. For the blessing of God to all the clowners. For example, their special touch and cheerfulness is the worst. The smiles in the belly, the brave and beautiful smile, prepare a peaceful space on the earth. The blessing and longevity of God to all clowns. To make their way bright and stretch. We love everyone who turns our hidden pain into a stunning joke that uplifts. Bless all the clown gods. No, don't force yourself, turn it away. It has the ability, I look interesting, but it will definitely not like you like you. Perhaps in another room, she can get a glimpse of my bright personality. Read an inhuman thing that often becomes an adult, trying to dispel children's anxiety so that she does not mock her true anxiety and not amplify the flow of tears of her baby. Not so. Don't call her stupid or make you feel guilty. Because she is just one of the groups who experienced the same thing. Everyone is afraid of something, but few have actually accepted that this is true. For example, some adults, like children, are afraid of clown's face. Will evil plans, kind jokes do not hide laughter? -In good intentions or cruel? For you, clown is just a parody of life and an interesting face. She doesn't want to expose any chance of her eyes when her eyes enter. There is nothing in the back of the vulgar mask that hides me, for example, until she becomes an adult, she will wait for her fear to become V.

Blessed to the god of clown who made the universe laugh. A person who rings the upsets and jokes. Those who rotate the universe funny and add beauty every day. For the blessing of God to all the clowners. For example, their special touch and cheerfulness is the worst. The smiles in the belly, the brave and beautiful smile, prepare a peaceful space on the earth. The blessing and longevity of God to all clowns. To make their way bright and stretch. We love everyone who turns our hidden pain into a stunning joke that uplifts. Bless all the clown gods. No, don't force yourself, turn it away. It has abilities, I look interesting, but it will definitely not like you like you. Perhaps in another room, she can get a glimpse of my bright personality. Read an inhuman thing that often becomes an adult, trying to dispel children's anxiety so that she does not mock her true anxiety and not amplify the flow of tears of her baby. Not so. Don't call her stupid or make you feel guilty. Because she is just one of the groups who experienced the same thing. Everyone is afraid of something, but few have actually accepted that this is true. For example, some adults, like children, are afraid of clown's face. Will evil plans, kind jokes do not hide laughter? -In good intentions or cruel? For you, clown is just a parody of life and an interesting face. She doesn't want to expose any chance of her eyes when her eyes enter. There is nothing in the back of the vulgar mask that hides me, for example, until she becomes an adult, she will wait for her fear to become V.

Clown Convention Time by Val “Raindrop” Worby (Clown)

"While I stumble through this life, help me to see laughter rather than tears, joy rather than darkness, and cheer rather than despair. Never allow me to freeze in indifference without seeing wonder in the eyes of a baby, or the sparkle in the eyes of an old man. All my efforts are directed towards entertaining people, making them happy, and temporarily leaving all the problems in their lives behind. And in my last personal moments, let me hear your whispers.

Mr. Merryman by Dick Dewhurst “Principal Elocutionist of the Grotesques and Buffoons”

In the circus, I want to take part in circus performances. I like to juggle, throw knives, and put people's fun lives at risk. The ringmeister, who once made a big splash in the ring, now talks to everyone in a circus mood. I want to be in the circus, and be seen by everyone.

The Clown by Susy Oddball (Clown)

I like to eat rice pudding, and as a result, it was somehow abducted by my own cat, but the kitten didn't seem to like it, and somehow it flowed into my hat. Actually, since the kitten didn't declare, I didn't know what she was doing. I didn't know how he had done it, but he lifted his hat and put it on my head, and as a result, there was rice pudding on my shoulders, rice pudding on my clothes, rice pudding in my holes, rice pudding on my nose. Rice pudding in my pockets, rice pudding on my face, rice pudding on the carpet, rice pudding everywhere. Oh, God, where has this pudding gone? Oh, where has this pudding gone (sticky, glue, glue, sticky).

And All For Joey by Monica Hoyer

As a child, the circus was magic, but without the chance of getting a ticket, this was a disaster. But I had seen the colored posters for years, and acquired myself, empty, in a box under my bed. And one long night, when I rested in a nap, I conceived a clown in my dream. Just as he had huge fingers on his feet, others had huge, reddish, weightless, ball-like noses, threw water from a bucket, and played music on a sponge. When I woke up, it was already day and night, but I was quite flexible, so the sideshow was performed with agility.

Just Laughin’ by Hudson W. Cady

I took out coins from my box and that was enough! I spent the whole day watching the colorful striped canvas, many ropes, pens and props integrated with two huge upper body. A man who doesn't wear a shirt, a man with a huge muscles, a man with a hammer, and a scarf. The wooden chair was placed in the room, wiped the sweat with a scarf, and headed for a pub for a steamed bath.

The Clown by Renee Vincent

After the secondary education institution, I washed my identity, changed my heart, changed into a pleasure blue tie and socks, and ran home. When I arrived there, it was 8, he led children and children and was drawn by gourmet and barriers. It was also mature. The conductor dressed in a pinkish red suit and was fluttering with a cane on his stage. Goboeev entered between the drums and the drum, and the pipe became quiet. There was no first signal. The orchestra was behind the scenes, wearing a golden hat and gown, and the conductor swung up the cane. The conductor swung up the cane, the orchestra was alone, and played the tone of the magnificent circus farara. And the owner appeared in the center of the ring.

The Clown’s Baby by Margaret Vandegrift

His personality, dressed in a suit, putting on a red jacket in the tail clothes, and being illuminated by the spotlight seemed to be successful, but pale. He told him with a lively microphone, "I was waiting," and he left the central ring. A clown jumped into the venue, under the voice of the hottest children, the smiles like a booing, and the roar of a click. I fell in love with them. It was the same as my dream. Immediately, they got wet with water, wore dirty clothes. They defeated the long snake, became standing upright, pierced a friend of a friend, made a crude symbol with a giant finger, fluttered his friend's nose, and kicked his friend's ass!

Eventually, the white ponies like snow followed them. They turned inside the ring and danced with their hooves. It's an incredible sight. An attractive woman wearing a pink jacket jumped out of the Baba and jumped on the back of the main snow white pony. He did not take abundant, it was to fill his eyes. She jumps over the hoop, sits and stands, all her equestrian! She was good! We applauded her, and when she passed, she looked back, smiled, and sighed.

Three men immediately created an iron grid cage. First, three tigers entered, followed by a coffee lion. He was big and his head was decorated. We looked pretty worried and tremble with fear. The yellowish eyes glowed, the nails hit the light, walked around and exposed their teeth. In the meantime, a brave man wearing a spoiled swimwear came with a whip and came to the center of the cage. He forced him to jump on the box, like this game. Needless to worry, they were quick!

And sadly, they left in front of us. The drum began to ring and told the appearance of the aerial swing. When the floodlight rose high and the swing was illuminated, the children sucked their fingers with their expectations. A silve r-colored swing fluttered in the air. We kept our seats well, but all were exactly the same for them. As the applause rang, the last great technique was shown, and after returning three times, we stood up. They danced in the air with an arc like a slow motion. And they descended on a harmless net and just received our loyalty.

We had no help. But when the clowns ran a cheerful car, we immediately returned to sane. Immediately, the clown and the colorful part of the car were covered with sticky and had to be washed away with a bucket. We thought this was a great sport.

As the trumpet resounded, we had to wrap each other immediately. Not the orchestra, all sounds were elephant. Some elephants breathed on the trunk, had their tails, and walked like drunk. Gray and wrinkled skin. It was as if I was wearing an ironed clothing suit. The trainer wrapped the turban was leaving his back with a brown glowing face. In the background of the dignity of the colonial heartbreaker, he looked really small! We actually thought he was strange. For example, someone was at risk with his balance legs. If the Colonel stumbled, his head would have broken like an egg! And it was lined up as W. R. A. C. S. They slowly lifted their forefoot on the back of the front, and disappeared from the flap in the back tent. We won and applauded. Three men immediately made a grate cage. First, three tigers entered, followed by a coffee lion. He was big and his head was decorated. We looked pretty worried and tremble with fear. The yellowish eyes glowed, the nails hit the light, walked around and exposed their teeth. In the meantime, a brave man wearing a spoiled swimwear came with a whip and came to the center of the cage. He forced him to jump on the box, like this game. Needless to worry, they were quick!

As the trumpet resounded, we had to wrap each other immediately. Not the orchestra, all sounds were elephant. Some elephants breathed on the trunk, had a tail, and walked like drunk. Gray and wrinkled skin. It was as if I was wearing an ironed clothing suit. The trainer wrapped the turban was leaving his back with a brown glowing face. In the background of the dignity of the colonial heartbreaker, he looked really small! We actually thought he was strange. For example, someone was at risk with his balance legs. If the Colonel stumbled, his head would have broken like an egg! And it was lined up as W. R. A. C. S. They slowly lifted their forefoot on the back of the front, and disappeared from the flap in the back tent. We won and applauded. Three men immediately created an iron grid cage. First, three tigers entered, followed by a coffee lion. He was big and his head was decorated. We looked pretty worried and tremble with fear. The yellowish eyes glowed, the nails hit the light, walked around and exposed their teeth. In the meantime, a brave man wearing a spoiled swimwear came with a whip and came to the center of the cage. He forced him to jump on the box, like this game. Needless to worry, they were quick!

Shakespear (Hamlet, Act 3, Scene 1) by Rylic, St. Petersburg, Russia (Clown)

The band was playing music while we were packed with popcorn, gum, and lacquel string in the face. Four jugglers came to the sound of our party and threw the club into the air. They were really rotating. They juggled up separately, but no matter how fast they threw the bat, they did not fall. Later, they ran to white sheets like snow. The sheets were very preserved, without falling, balance at the top of the long pole, and rested on the first juggler. I have never seen a similar thing. No, I've never seen it!

‘At’s Fred’s Luck by Monty “Bonzo” Wells (Clown)

The clown came again and beat the white plate like snow with a large wooden tree. We were furious. He was a healthy young man wearing a check shirt, putting the pistol in a holster, and wearing a yellowish Stetson. We all liked his name. He was invited by Cal McCodes and his attractive assistant. He set one of the revolver and another one and shot both ends.

The Lady Clown by Val “Raindrop” Worby (Clown)

And for example, aggressive. Finale! He spent two hours, all actors gathered and stood under the Big Peaks Tower, who loves peace. And I saw them in a shiny suit. How happy! The animals also raised their hoofs as a goodbye. For example, what I experienced was miraculous enough to spill tears. Finally, everything was over, we got up, the palms hurt, and we began to applaud until the fingers were cracked. We stood up to the "Queen" and headed under the starry sky with tears in our eyes.

The Smile – Anonymous

I will never forget this night, which has been chosen from thousands of people until I die. You can bet on it. After that, the circus came out between the sheets and the sheets, and I became a trainer! During the clicks of the customers, I picked up a long whip over the rampaging cats. The huge blade on the bed-My mother stroked me and soothed me! The next day, when I showed the room where the big tops stood, only the yellow grass was growing there. But I wasn't too upset. Because I already knew at that time. A year later, if you save the money you do, you'll see the circus again! The band was playing music while we were packed with popcorn, gum, and ultrage strings in their faces. Four jugglers came to the sound of our party and threw the club into the air. They were really rotating. They juggled up separately, but no matter how fast they threw the bat, they did not fall. Later, they ran to white sheets like snow. The sheets were very preserved, without falling, balance at the top of the long pole, and rested on the first juggler. I have never seen a similar thing. No, I've never seen it!

Parallel By Carol “Nangaz” Gazzard (Clown)

Pickles by Julie Hinchcliffe

I Want To Be A Memory by Jackie “Lollibell” Garner (Clown)

I will never forget this night, which has been chosen from thousands of people until I die. You can bet on it. After that, the circus came out between the sheets and the sheets, and I became a trainer! During the clicks of the customers, I picked up a long whip over the rampaging cats. The huge blade on the bed-My mother stroked me and soothed me! The next day, when I showed the room where the big tops stood, only the yellow grass was growing there. But I wasn't too upset. Because I already knew at that time. A year later, if you save the money you do, you'll see the circus again! The band was playing music while we were packed with popcorn, gum, and lacquel string in the face. Four jugglers came to the sound of our party and threw the club into the air. They were really rotating. They juggled up separately, but no matter how fast they threw the bat, they did not fall. Later, they ran to white sheets like snow. The sheets were very preserved, without falling, balance at the top of the long pole, and rested on the first juggler. I have never seen a similar thing. No, I've never seen it!

Circus Fun By Lynn “Miss Priss” Minix (North Carolina USA – Clown)

Yellow Hair By Lynn “Miss Priss” Minix (North Carolina USA – Clown)

My Land Rover wouldn't start and the trailer gave up. Who do you think got a flat tire just 8km from town? I was hoping to get here without incident. All the clowns were praying for clear skies but he was busy elsewhere and the rain was still falling. Welcome to sunny Bognor, a very friendly town. I hope there's a funeral parlour, I'm afraid we'll all drown soon! We have free food stamps. The only problem is that I don't have time to eat. I want to go to a master class and learn more than I know. The workshop I want to go to is at the same time as my show. Has anyone seen my wife? She has the keys to the chalet. Has anyone seen Zippo? I'm sure he's avoiding me. While trying to find Bluey, I met most of the other clowns except Grandpa Jojo. Will there be time for church and a photo shoot? Will there be time for lunch or a gym to learn to juggle? If the weekend is exhausting, I don't panic because Old Man Wellington is lurking somewhere and will notice when I frown. I hope the poor bastard's engine starts after three days in a Butlin's car park. These contests are murderous. I'm totally worn out.

How can anyone call me Mr. Merriman! My clothes are frayed from blows of whips and kicks, my face is torn in twenty places and stretched with a grin. I sit here racking my brains to write this rhyme, designed to rally the folk in a bright house and no doubt to benefit Dewhurst.

A Clown Poem By Lynn “Miss Priss” Minix (North Carolina USA – Clown)

A naked face reflected in the mirror. What is looking back is the real image. There are wrinkles under the eyes, around the nose, and there is a supple fold around the mouth. It is a proof that you have experienced many pain, trials, setbacks, and joy. Under a wide trousers, the body begins to sag. The orthodontic correction tool supports the clown's feet. The old shirts still promise beauty and colors. The glittering hats cover the clown's heart and protect the shells with various thoughts. The white bass gently covers the face, but is carefully finished in detail to bring out individuality. Clown character. A flowing brush eliminating the line of experience. However, at the same time, the lips that are youthful, bright, and even smiling appear, creating an image of brightness, color and fun. No one knows what is hidden behind this image. I can only understand the clown.

His tomb is located in Pentonville Road, a park bearing his name. The Exmas Market also has his house, and a blue plate indicates the location. Today, his tomb is made of the track and is tied to a theater mask.

Have you ever thought that you can do something good just by smiling? Have you ever thought that just smiling could distract your sadness? When you're laughing, the world is like a dream, and your thoughts are almost pure. The whole world looks bright, everything moves as desired, just smiles. The victory seems to be in pace with you, and love fills almost all faces. Everyone is very smart and bright. If you smile, your work looks like play. The world is even more sweet, and I feel better. Just smile. That alone makes life very beautiful. You can make it more sacred. Just smile. That is the small thing you do. And even when you are laughing, God loves you.

Will Sommers (Jester to King Henry 8th) by Robert Armin (one of Shakespeare’s actors)

On the ring, a red nose giant wearing a large boots is greeted with laughter and joy, bursts the balloon, swings a snake, and looks down like a boy. Children and adults love him. A circus without him is boring. Wearing red, yellow, blue and colorful costumes, he fulfills his role. After leaving the big top, when the show ends, he returns home at dusk, remembers the laughing that is now, and rejoices everything. Naked face reflected in the mirror. What is looking back is the real image. There are wrinkles under the eyes, around the nose, and there is a supple fold around the mouth. It is a proof that you have experienced many pain, trials, setbacks, and joy. Under a wide trousers, the body begins to sag. The orthodontic correction tool supports the clown's feet. The old shirts still promise beauty and colors. The glittering hats cover the clown's heart and protect the shells with various thoughts. The white bass gently covers the face, but is carefully finished in detail to bring out individuality. Clown character. A flowing brush eliminating the line of experience. However, at the same time, the lips that are youthful, bright, and even smiling appear, creating an image of brightness, color and fun. No one knows what is hidden behind this image. I can only understand the clown.

Pompoms and Parables by David “Jolly Jack” Girt (Clown)

How The Money Rolls In by Julian the Juggler (Clown)

Red and White Blues by Julian the Juggler (Clown)

On the ring, a red nose giant wearing a large boots is greeted with laughter and joy, bursts the balloon, swings a snake, and looks down like a boy. Children and adults love him. A circus without him is boring. Wearing red, yellow, blue and colorful costumes, he fulfills his role. After leaving the big top, when the show ends, he returns home at dusk, remembers the laughing that is now, and rejoices everything. A naked face reflected in the mirror. What is looking back is the real image. There are wrinkles under the eyes, around the nose, and there is a supple fold around the mouth. It is a proof that you have experienced many pain, trials, setbacks, and joy. Under a wide trousers, the body begins to sag. The orthodontic correction tool supports the clown's feet. The old shirts still promise beauty and colors. The glittering hats cover the clown's heart and protect the shells with various thoughts. The white bass gently covers the face, but is carefully finished in detail to bring out individuality. Clown character. A flowing brush eliminating the line of experience. However, at the same time, the lips that are youthful, bright, and even smiling appear, creating an image of brightness, color and fun. No one knows what is hidden behind this image. I can only understand the clown.

Circus has arrived in the town! The big tent shines like a magic light in the dark, and rugged men flocked at the entrance!

Watch the Clown by Julian the Juggler (Clown)

There was no first lady in them. Almost everyone had a bad face, some were expressionless, and some were very sad. In the corner of the canvas curtain, clowns "makeup" their individuality with chalk and powder.

A tired lady was sewn in clothes, and there was a cradle at his feet. Pantalone waited in a thorough position and tried to approach further, but the clown was useless!

He tweeted in a hurry and looked around. It's strange! The miners stepped on and walked around the mine! "The miners stepped on and shouted. The clown leaned on the cradle.

The mother was trembling, but the failure and the situation were approaching. "Be careful? Sensitive darling" -I said with affection! A laugh occurred between the chalk and the paint.

Man in the Moon by Julian the Juggler (Clown)

The fuss increased, and the misrees became the lord. However, at that time, the violin ended with a personal meltdown in a crisp booing. The clown said.

Veselchuck nodded. "I have a pair," he said. "Please bless God!" He said. Olderly, "The party was even more exciting, but no one in the crowd thought that the baby was alive.

Oh, this child's laughing laugh! He resonated with the bay on the bench, and the worst customers jumped out of the room. "Everyone, this is real!" The ring was instantly hidden, and no one longed for "holding a child"!

He was surrounded by knees in a dusty ring and behaved like a kingdom-like this beautiful baby king. Meanwhile, a man with a cruel and cruel face appeared from among the screams screaming. Circus has arrived in the town! The big tent shines like a magic light in the dark, and rugged men flocked at the entrance!

The fuss increased, and the misrees became the lord. However, at that time, the violin ended with a personal meltdown in a crisp booing. The clown said.

Clowns by Norman “Clown Norman” Peacock (Clown)

A tired lady was sewn in clothes, and there was a cradle at his feet. Pantalone waited in a thorough position and tried to approach further, but the clown was useless!

A Clown by Gareth “Bippo” Ellis (Junior Clown aged 12)

He tweeted in a hurry and looked around. It's strange! The miners stepped on and walked around the mine! "The miners stepped on and shouted. The clown leaned on the cradle.

The Computer Swallowed Grandpa

The mother was trembling, but the failure and the situation were approaching. "Be careful? Sensitive darling" -I said with affection! A laugh occurred between the chalk and the paint.

The fuss increased, and the misrees became the lord. However, at that time, the violin ended with a personal meltdown in a crisp booing. The clown said.

Veselchuck nodded. "I have a pair," he said. "Please bless God!" He said. Olderly, "The party was even more exciting, but no one in the crowd thought that the baby was alive.

He was surrounded by knees in a dusty ring and behaved like a kingdom-like this beautiful baby king. Meanwhile, a man with a cruel and cruel face appeared from among the screams screaming. Circus has arrived in the town! The big tent shines like a magic light in the dark, and rugged men flocked at the entrance!

A Smile (1)

A tired lady was sewn in clothes, and there was a cradle at his feet. Pantalone waited in a thorough position and tried to approach further, but the clown was useless!

He tweeted in a hurry and looked around. It's strange! The miners stepped on and walked around the mine! "The miners stepped on and shouted. The clown leaned on the cradle.

The mother was trembling, but the failure and the situation were approaching. "Be careful? Sensitive darling" -I said with affection! A laugh occurred between the chalk and the paint.

The fuss increased, and the misrees became the lord. However, at that time, the violin ended with a personal meltdown in a crisp booing. The clown said.

A Smile (2)

Veselchuck nodded. "I have a pair," he said. "Please bless God!" He said. Olderly, "The party was even more exciting, but no one in the crowd thought that the baby was alive.

HUGS

He was surrounded by knees in a dusty ring and behaved like a kingdom-like this beautiful baby king. Meanwhile, a man with a cruel and cruel face appeared from among the screams screaming.

He put the little king on his shoulders and laughed: "Look, look!" During this time, his plump fingers wrapped around his hair, and he said: "Boys, give me your hat!" There were no hats alike in silver and gold and paper money. A person does not wear a coat, and as a result, he does not remain without a penny every time!

And "Three times for the baby!" This applause was never in vain, and the sound was enough to raise a tent. And then an unexpected silence came, and the aged and disgruntled Shakhtar said! Well, children, enough of the noise. "

So, a little embarrassed, but with an uncharacteristically bright face, the visitors drifted off into the night. And the brave favorite laughed! He was not scared! For example, he played not only cute, but also a man!

To be a clown or not, that is the question! To endure the oblique blows of fate, to freeze in the sea and laugh, or to end it. Grin, grin, laugh. And to declare a grin is actually to endure the pain of mental boredom, to eat the upheavals of nature while being dominated by the flesh. It is dangerous and lustful. Grin, grin, smile! To become and have the ability to grin! And hide the catch: Because what shocks can these giggles and smiles cause if we leave this boring world? Because to prepare for disaster with such longevity is a respect. Who would scold and despise the antipathy towards time, the wrong oppressor, the lingering pride, the pain of petty love, the delay of the law, the audacity of officials, the patient ambition of the undeserving? When he himself had the opportunity to roar with laughter at his own clowning.

Fred was a clown I once knew. A jolly little man who made us laugh, and a member of our clan. We used to meet on Sunday nights, back in the big city, at the Rose and Crown, where the music hall played. One night, while we were telling jokes and drinking beer, someone quietly announced: "Someone has disappeared here. What happened to Fred? The magician Maurice answered. He tried to ignore me and wouldn't talk. He's pretty absorbed, he has no job, he can't pay the rent, his wife has left him, he's left his fine horse. Let's all contribute a pound for the presents from the audience." No, Fred won't take it. He's too proud! I have a project to give old Fred various funds. Now he's a gambler. I visit old Fred before he goes for his nap and ask him if he wants to freeze to death in the new "Sweeper". I cut a piece of paper and put a cross on it. And I put all the sovereigns in the pool. We will be able to bear the loss. Everybody pulls a piece of paper out of the hat. We find poor Fred sitting dejectedly in his chair. Fred was a clown I once knew. A jolly little man who made us laugh, and was also part of our clan. We used to meet on Sunday nights, back in the big city, at the Rose and Crown, where the music hall plays. One night, while we were drinking beer and telling jokes, someone quietly announced: "Someone has disappeared here. What happened to Fred? Maurice the magician answered. He tried to ignore me and wouldn't talk. He is pretty absorbed, he has no job, he can't pay the rent, his wife has left him, he's broken up with a fine horse. Let's all contribute a pound for the presents from the audience." No, Fred won't accept it. He's too proud! There is a project to give old Fred various funds. Now he is a gambler. Before old Fred goes for his nap, we visit him and ask him if he wants to freeze to death in the new "Sweeper". We cut a piece of paper and put a cross on it. And we put all the sovereigns in the pool. We will be able to bear the loss. Everybody takes a piece of paper out of the hat. We find poor Fred sitting dejectedly in his chair. Fred was a clown I once knew. A jolly little man who made us laugh, and was also part of our clan. We used to meet on Sunday nights, back in the big city, at the Rose and Crown, where the music hall plays. One night, while we were drinking beer and telling jokes, someone quietly announces: "Someone has disappeared here. What happened to Fred? Maurice the magician answers. He tried to ignore me, wouldn't talk. He's pretty absorbed, he has no job, he can't pay the rent, his wife has left him, he's left his fine horse. Let's all contribute a pound for the audience's presents." No, Fred won't accept it. He's too proud! We have a project to give old Fred various funds. Now he is a gambler. We visit old Fred before he goes for his nap and ask him if he wants to freeze to death in the new Sweeper. We cut a piece of paper and make a cross. Then we put all the sovereigns in the pool. We will be able to bear the loss. We all draw a piece of paper from the hat. We find poor Fred sitting dejectedly in his chair.

1786 Poem: “The Grumbling Clown” by Janice Brown

In the distant times when knights were valiant and Will Shakespeare was in vogue, ladies did not even go on stage. And in the distant times when ladies in various clothes did not go up in the circus ring. And in such distant times, ladies in various clothes did not go up in the circus ring. To this day, I take into consideration that there are male clowns who believe that we real women should be firmly slammed on the plate and sink. But such times are gone. Most of the male clowns, as I once had the opportunity to believe, have great professionalism and talent! And there are those who call themselves clowns - I do not take into consideration how they dare to apply this title - their behavior sometimes forces us to be embarrassed. And you are basically declaring that I am another woman who wants to complain, rudimentary, remember: we are not girls, and do not use very decent jokes that force visitors to smirk. When it comes to defending female clowns, I will stand alone every time and not do it with a pedic or a pint of beer in hand! Take me, for example. I am a clown just like you, only.... Sometimes.... I am a woman too.

A smile is contagious. When someone smiles at me, I start smiling too. Around the corner, someone sees my smile. This laugh has a chance to go around the globe, just like my laugh. If you think laughter is born, don't miss it.

We can freeze the circus and prepare to execute! The big fear, the swaying head, the shadow of the light emitting face began to silence, and the light of the tent with a catch gun is hired. The clumsy legs irony take a clown on the ring, crying, breaks the luggage that balances the acrobatics that carefully and elegantly installs the foot when entering the place. The clown in the car rushes around, creams around the slapping, and the sloppy sound of the horns sounds, followed by jugglers, mases, rings, two, three, three, rather high. The smugglers are intertwined, as in two of the movements of love, like this smooth, separate, concrete destruction, explosion, children and food explanations, appointment, and weightless balls. Fresh Releas e-Her o-Roasting, raising cars, the doors split the experienced actors in the air in the air and cling to all the professional consciousness. Six vibration clown water buckets threaten us after all circus, each actor executes joy, applause, in which direction? Wait, reaction, and then "screw" turns the unique, magnificent situation of love circus, and ends the glorious task on the stage!

His vocation was to bring happiness to everyone. Everything started with punchy, Judy, and agile crocodile. At this time, it is unlikely that he knew he actually turned his life into the best. He spent a lot of time, gave, and sometimes robbed. The James brothers' circus had run out of clowns. For example, he became a pickles crown and performed in ancient metropolis. He dedicated to those who shared their joy, whether they were young, old, girls, boys. He also played many roles on television and c o-starred with Sir Anthony in a movie. When the illness attacked him, he endured very well, his family was almost every time, and we knew what would happen. But he died, including his sadness, including not paying attention to all care. In order to say goodbye to one of the smartest starry sky Yorkshire, people have come to declare "goodbye" from nearby and far away. Most people knew pickles for many years, so those who were painted could not hide their tears. The joy he has revealed will exist for the set, as many coins have been collected for his charity. However, everyone who yearn for pickles understands that pickles want to create a new pickles here.

Makeup, scarlet beak, colorful hair, wear suits, wear clown shoes, and suddenly notice that you are in the place where this clown wants. I can't be Lou Jacobs, Mark Anthony, A buttons, Frosty, Mr. C, and I'm not famous. However, there is only one small clown that must be freezed. I am also trying to freeze some of someone's memory. At a party, at school, and at a fair, at churches and clinics, while I am there, I smile and release their small hearts. And after I die, I want you to leave me in their memory. I will never be Lou Jacobs, Mark Anthony A. Butons, Frosty, and Mr. C. I'm not famous and endless in a clown situation. But there is something that this small clown must be so. I am also trying to be part of someone's memories. And when my life is over, and when they call me home, I think it will end on the lap of his throne. And that day, I try to hear his words. You were controlled. Come on, a small clown, occupying a splendid place among other people. " You were neither Lou Jacobs nor Mark Anthony Baton, Frosty or Mr.. C You were never famous, and you have never fallen into a clown situation. "By the way, special

"Candy, peanuts, popcorn, cola!" He shouts to everyone in the place. "Let's have fun! Let's buy goods!" They are waiting for them to go inside. "Don't be late! I can't wait! I can see the elephant. I can hear thunder. The clown loses consciousness, falls, staggers. Flying, walking high. Bear:" What a stiff! " -The they invite the lion. The actors on the aerial swing do their best not to fall. Beginner ball! However, in any case, the net grabs the exit behind and leaves to avoid impatience. The circus was fun, but it's over. We are back! "Don't be late. I can't wait!

Yellow hair is the best. I think I have to clean it more often. To avoid sleeping in the coffin.

Fool Moment Author Unknown

People love this curly hair. What is under it, they spread their brains. Is this just a stone? What if my hair was pink? Do you think I will be smarter?

Yellow, pink, green, and blue clicks are perfect for you. If you try it, you may be able to find a clown that you can't hide in yourself.

Your hair is a pair by all destroyed!

I like my clown shoes and my crazy clown shoes. They will take over my stink and give you a good announcement for you. No matter what they do, these two crazy two will grin you and carry away from nowhere. -The crazy clown shoes.

A Clown’s Lament by Garibaldi (Clown)

I personally like the beak. My reckless clown nose. No matter where you are, come nearby. I pose with my nose and crazy finger. We are all arrested for all of your disappointment.

I prefer that my hair is bright yellow, and people often stand and look at me. For example, no matter what your appearance is, I should be careful not to scare you! But I will make you happy and in a good mood.

As one says, the Suropshir e-born Will Somers was brought to Grinage on a sacred day and dedicated to the king. The fools did not try to shake hands with him, and did not even be ashamed as the ancient people said. He was thin, had the same empty eyes as everyone, and bowed. However, in the court as a whole, no one was more longing than this full person. The cheerful and unnecessary conversation with the ruler was won. When he was offended, he said the ruler. I would have had the opportunity to explain it while I was resting, but in my opinion, this is not the best option: I infer: I guess this is almost all, until I explain it. I knew it, and I could omit it, as a result, I actually painful this in order to satisfy everyone in order You can forget: This is the only one who is a friend of the poor, and often eventually helped the widow. The ruler always gave him what he could do, and he knew that was not a strict Peten teacher who was requesting him: But he did a lot of good work and the court ministers to yearn for him. It is.

When a Clown Dies by Jeffery “Dusty the Clown” Edmunds in memory of Jack “Old Dad Strombo”, Christian Clown and tireless Fund Raiser

The artists and clowns are drawn to the eternal universe illuminated by the spotlight, drawn with the new horizon smiles, discouraging and troubled lips. A mask that looks directly at our sel f-deception and teaches bitter truth. It's shocking and ridiculous. Along with the terrible freedom of love. A face full of expectations of the explorers who are looking at unknown hope for the unknown future, regardless of their eyes. A foot that is rejected and abandoned, dynamic dancing of friendship. Lips smiling at our serious guess, fear, and greatness. The eyes cry without understanding the world's population, exploitation, care and trouble, sympathy and tears of love. Wisdom in foolishness, strength in helplessness, joy in discouragement. Dancing, laughing, and crying with Harlequin from Galilee.

When the clown in the corner juggs, the other shakes the can. Incredible people flood elementary school. oh my god! How does the funds roll? I woke up very early in the afternoon and put on my chin. Now they start at noon and end at 6:00! How the funds roll. Wearing colorful clothes and smiling full. However, practice is performed perfectly for 25 hours a day. What a hell! How does the funds roll? A clown is like an iceberg. When a clown plays, someone always says! How does the funds roll?

it was fun. The circus was completed and the performance was over. And we have red and white blues with my friends clowns. .

A strong man experiences a weak self. A smiling police officer begins to talk. I and my friends have red and white blues. .

The ring Meister has no ring, and the juggler is looking for a lost ball. And my friends have red and white blues. .

Frame Eater finally went out. Everyone wants to drink. I and my friends have red and white blues. .

For example, dog ten is not suitable for Lang. For example, this barbarian is polite. Like me and my friends, we have red and white blues. .

Now, we try to arrange everything we know to arrange your day ... we will force you to grin ... meaningless be. We, for example, change the grin and fried face! And meet the clown ...

We wear much brighter than others, we guess the way ... and we have a strange smell ... with the same funds. For example, you will notice that the circus was seen in the big city! And smell the clown ...

Sometimes it is harder to grin than the ground ... Each clown is standing from other clowns, like the big city. We invented a face, happened in various spaces in this country, and now! And listen to our group ...

Every time we are indiscriminate, we convey jokes and juggling ... we love mystery ... we turn no weight balls into luggage. We are a wonderful drive on the ground, for example, you are actually coming! And look at the clown ...

Oh, I want to be a person above the moon. 2 hours, 3 hours, 5 hours ago, 6 hours ago, 7 hours ago, 8 hours ago, 9 hours ago, 10 hours ago ... Then you can sleep all day. Then you can sleep all day.

Oh, I want to be an old father. Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday, Thursday, Friday. I won't go anywhere ... Oh, how old I wanted to be. I want to sleep all day.

Hugs For You Anonymous

I always want to be a Father Christmas in red clothes. One night, Pat Postman flows. I always want to be a paser Christmas of red clothes. And I want to sleep all day.

Circus Magic For Kids by Chris Pickles (son of the late Pickles the Clown)

I want to be a cheerful green giant! HO! "I want to be a cheerful green giant, and I want to sleep all day.

Oh, I want to be a person on the moon, I can sleep all day. 2 hours, 3 hours, 5 hours, 5 hours, 6 hours, 7 hours, 8 hours, 9 hours, 10 hours ... Then I can sleep all day. And I want to sleep all day, I like, I like, I like, I like it, I like it.

The clowns create a trick fantasy that taps them for pleasure, laughter, and kindness, and to surprise the old and infantry, and have fun and frightenness on their faces. In order to do so, the fact that they are normal will surpass this extreme smile, and love like children and really laughing.

The clown is drawn with a face, the clown can make you laugh anywhere else, and his funny attitude looks like his clothes mop. But always bright and cheerful guarantees will never be stopped.

Pickles the Clown RIP (by Chris Pickles, son of the late Pickles the Clown)

This is a compliment to all grandparents who learned how to use the computer without fear.

A Clown by Gael Turnbull, Circus

The computer swallowed his grandfather. Yes, honestly, this is true! He pushed the control, entered, and disappeared from his view.

He was completely swallowed. Perhaps the virus was infected or the worm was eaten.

I searched for baskets and all kinds of files. I used the Internet, but I couldn't find anything.

I was desperate and asked to narrow down the search for Google's search. The answer was no.

So, if your grandpa is on your reception tray, please "copy", "scan", "paste", and send it back!

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It brings happiness to your home, promotes your business, and is a proof of a friend.
- Rest for tired people, sunlight for depressed people, and sorrowful sunlight.
- But you can't buy, borrow, or steal it!
- If someone is tired and can't show a smile, just leave your smile. After all, no one needs a smile as there is nothing to give a smile.
- Smiles don't cost money, but they give a lot. Enrich the person who receives it without becoming poor. It lasts only for a moment, but for some reason that memory lasts forever. No one is so wealthy and powerful that he can't do it without a smile, and no one is so poor that he can aim for a wing with a smile. Smiles are guaranteed home happiness, promotes goodwill in business, and is a proof of friendship. It gives you peace of mind, encouraging depressed people, brings sunlight to sad people, and a natural antidote for trouble. But you can't buy, borrow, or steal it. Some people are so tired that you can't give you a smile. No one else needs a smile.
- It's surprising to be able to hug. When you feel dark, hug you can get well.
- Hugs can say, "I love you," and you can say, "I'm sorry to say goodbye."
- Hug is a greeting, "I'm happy to see you" or "Where were you going?" The hug relieves the pain of a small child and brings the rainbow after the rain.
- hug! Definitely, we can't live without hugging. The hug was fun, warm, and fascinating, so God would have given us.
- You can hug your father, mother, sisters and siblings, and your favorite aunt will like hugs more than houseplants.
The kitten awaes hugs. Puppies love hands. The head of the state cannot stand on hugs. Hugs overcome the language barrier and make the boring day more fun.

Elim Rim - Journalist, creative writer
Last modified 07.10.2024

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Mallory Ortberg’s Favorite Advice Columns

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1. “The Monty Hall Problem” (Marilyn vos Savant, Parade Magazine)

2. “I racked up $20,000 in personal charges on my company credit card: update” (Ask A Manager)

3. “Brotherly Love” (Emily Yoffe, Dear Prudence)

4. “Ask Ijeoma” (The Establishment)

5. “Miss Lonelyhearts” (Nathanael West)

Honorable Mention: This scene from the season 3 “Simpsons” episode, “Like Father, Like Clown”:

Clown Poems

Clown & Circus Poems

Baggy Trousers by Pip [Clown] [written for Clown Bluey]

A Prayer Anonymous

A Clown’s Blessing Author Unknown

Friends Anonymous

ACROBATS by Robert Graves

Lonely by Thomas “Tom Fun” Morgan (Clown)

Why Be A Clown? By Thomas “Tom Fun” Morgan (Clown)

The Trouper by Val “Raindrop” Worby (Clown)

A Poem Anonymous

The Silent Clown by Sylvia Abraham

Send in the Clowns by Cath “Shandy” Carpenter (Clown)

A Child’s View of the Circus by Cath “Shandy” Carpenter (Clown)

For the Love of the Circus by Cath “Shandy” Carpenter (Clown)

The Performer by Val “Raindrop” Worby (Clown)

A Dream (Or Was It)? By Billy Cooley, aged 11

Tears and Fears by Val “Raindrop” Worby (Clown)

The Clowns Prayer – 1 Author Unknown

The Clowns Prayer – 2 Author unknown

At The Circus by Gavin “Malteser” Radforth (aged 13 – Junior Clown)

Rice Pudding in My Lug Holes by Charlie Chucklebucket [Clown]

The Circus by Benjamin Smith

Clown Convention Time by Val “Raindrop” Worby (Clown)

Mr. Merryman by Dick Dewhurst “Principal Elocutionist of the Grotesques and Buffoons”

The Clown by Susy Oddball (Clown)

And All For Joey by Monica Hoyer

Just Laughin’ by Hudson W. Cady

The Clown by Renee Vincent

The Clown’s Baby by Margaret Vandegrift

Shakespear (Hamlet, Act 3, Scene 1) by Rylic, St. Petersburg, Russia (Clown)

‘At’s Fred’s Luck by Monty “Bonzo” Wells (Clown)

The Lady Clown by Val “Raindrop” Worby (Clown)

The Smile – Anonymous

Parallel By Carol “Nangaz” Gazzard (Clown)

Pickles by Julie Hinchcliffe

I Want To Be A Memory by Jackie “Lollibell” Garner (Clown)

Circus Fun By Lynn “Miss Priss” Minix (North Carolina USA – Clown)

Yellow Hair By Lynn “Miss Priss” Minix (North Carolina USA – Clown)

A Clown Poem By Lynn “Miss Priss” Minix (North Carolina USA – Clown)

Will Sommers (Jester to King Henry 8th) by Robert Armin (one of Shakespeare’s actors)

Pompoms and Parables by David “Jolly Jack” Girt (Clown)

How The Money Rolls In by Julian the Juggler (Clown)

Red and White Blues by Julian the Juggler (Clown)

Watch the Clown by Julian the Juggler (Clown)

Man in the Moon by Julian the Juggler (Clown)

Clowns by Norman “Clown Norman” Peacock (Clown)

A Clown by Gareth “Bippo” Ellis (Junior Clown aged 12)

The Computer Swallowed Grandpa

A Smile (1)

A Smile (2)

HUGS

1786 Poem: “The Grumbling Clown” by Janice Brown

Fool Moment Author Unknown

A Clown’s Lament by Garibaldi (Clown)

When a Clown Dies by Jeffery “Dusty the Clown” Edmunds in memory of Jack “Old Dad Strombo”, Christian Clown and tireless Fund Raiser

Hugs For You Anonymous

Circus Magic For Kids by Chris Pickles (son of the late Pickles the Clown)

Pickles the Clown RIP (by Chris Pickles, son of the late Pickles the Clown)

A Clown by Gael Turnbull, Circus

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