Jacqui Broad - Playtime

I want to share a joke,
but your face is a frown.
Curiously, I continue to poke,
turning myself into a clown.
You watch with impenetrable eyes
how I suffer in my struggle
to hear your laughing cries -
I'm learning the art to juggle,
instead of playing on the playground
where other kids want to join.
So, when you're ready, come around,
and we'll play flip-a-coin,
just so I can see you crumbling,
when love comes rolling and tumbling...

Jacqui Broad

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