Classic poem of the day
Have you ever watched the clowns at play,
White, red and black on circus day?
They're always very, very gay.
I wonder how they stay that way!
I'd like to be a clown,
Playing tricks around the town,
Turning somersaults and springs,
As if they were easy things,
Laughing morning, noon and night,
Being such a funny sight!
Do you think, then, I'd grow tired of fun,
Laughing so from sun to sun?
Or, when performances ......
Member poem of the day
The wheel, the most precious piece in basic sets of Lego, seldom used by young children who prefer to build block on block or merely throw the stuff around, often goes off by itself, rolling under heavy furniture where it isn’t missed until something more ambitious is being planned and then it can’t be found.
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