The Happy Clown

Here was the happy clown,
A painted smile to his face,
his laughter was a blithe and untroubled sound,
he amuses his audience in his pace.

Painful truths in jest,
he professes.
Leaving his audience in mirth,
they still underestimate his worth.

No one wonders about the face behind
the antics asinine.
He remains the happy clown,
a painted smile on his face
No one sees the hint of a frown,
behind his painted face.