Where Are The Clowns?

Our friend Cynthia has this uncanny knack of coming up with something most appropriate at the most unexpected moments. She has done it again.

Her real life friend who is also my blogger friend Cheerful Monk, had this to say “I’m afraid you’ll never be a chick magnet if you drive women away like that. ;)” as a comment on my blog The Massage.

What better way to respond than with what Cynthia sent me!

Isn’t it rich?
Are we a pair?
Me here at last on the ground,
You in mid-air.
Send in the clowns.

Isn’t it bliss?
Don’t you approve?
One who keeps tearing around,
One who can’t move.
Where are the clowns?
Send in the clowns.

Just when I’d stopped opening doors,
Finally knowing the one that I wanted was yours,
Making my entrance again with my usual flair,
Sure of my lines,
No one is there.

Don’t you love farce?
My fault I fear.
I thought that you’d want what I want.
Sorry, my dear.
But where are the clowns?
Quick, send in the clowns.
Don’t bother, they’re here.

Isn’t it rich?
Isn’t it queer,
Losing my timing this late
In my career?
And where are the clowns?
There ought to be clowns.
Well, maybe next year.


17 thoughts on “Where Are The Clowns?”

  1. Yes, Cynthia is good in that bone dry manner of hers. I personally blame Stanford.

    Briefly going back to your massage mishap or rather the young lady’s misfortune to see you only half decent: Had she never seen a man before? I know people can get a bit funny when you walk in on them by accident. I did so recently (don’t ask: It was far more involved than a half dressed guy). So? So nothing. It happens. However, my dear Ramana, you shouldn’t have added to her torment by then making facetious remarks in the lobby. Having said that, and what a brilliant open gambit, I see your flirt potential and if she had been me I’d have asked you to join me in a coffee or, preferably, a cooling Lassi.

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    1. Sorry about that: I meant to say “Jean aka Cheerful Monk” bone dry manner bla bla. And Cynthia has indeed an uncanny knack of … not quite sure how to define that quality. When it comes to me I’ll let you know.

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    2. Ursula, the lady was young for me but certainly old compared to you, Shall we say closer to my age? Yes, it was an opening gambit, but I suspect that the shock overwhelmed her. Who knows. the lassi tryst may yet materialise!

  2. Without knowing the age of the lady, I am thinking that if a young man walked in on me his response might have to do only with, “Oh no, is that going to happen to me?” Perhaps I would need clowns for diversion. I do love the fact, tho, that you continued to push the point. And mostly I agree with Maxi. It would be fun to hear the woman’s story.
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