A Funny Thing Happened on My Way Home From Clown School


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Courtesy of: bw-beacham 2015


“Are you laughing at me?

“No, no, no – I’m laughing with you, not at you.”

“Ha, ha! That’s OK then…
What am I laughing at?”

“What do you mean, what are you laughing at?
That funny face you’re making, of course.”

“Ah yeah, Ha, ha!”

“Those silly clothes!”

“Uh huh, funny right?”

“Most of all though – your hair!
You’re a riot!
I mean, look at you!”

“What’s wrong with my hair? I just had this done! There’s nothing wrong with my hair!”

“Did I say hair? I meant to say flair.
You know, you have that certain “je ne sais quoi” thing going on.”

“Do you think so?
What’s that mean exactly?”

“Uhm, I gotta go now, have an appointment.”

“OK, but I’m gonna find out what that means. And, if it’s not good; I’ll come find you.
Don’t be laughing at me now.
Laugh with me; that’s OK…
Don’t laugh at me.”