A Pantaloon and a Goon
They call me joker, a Pesky Pantaloon.
In mischief, I am a goon.
I soak the silence, and love silence.
People miss me, in my absence.
I can bring some joy.
And I play with toys.
I set laughter curse.
And make the mood reverse.
I can sing a sonnet,
With a nose, like a hornet.
I jump in my sneakers.
And tickle Gate Keepers.
When you’re sad, I will drown.
And you can call me a Clown.
I am a Pretty Pantaloon.
In my dreams, I am a goon.
When you’re scared, your heart is beating.
But I love doing, nail biting.
I am a blown up balloon.
And I talk to the moon.
I can make you laugh out, loud.
And my little belly is a cloud.
When you press, my nosey nose.
It bursts like a hose.
I wear Barnacle boots.
Which Mr. Rat, eats and loots.
I also wear a night gown.
And you can call me a clown.
I am a Punctual Pantaloon.
In my books, I am a Goon.
I do funny, flour Makeup.
And with a Smile, I wake up.
Forget your worries,
And practice Sorries.
Listen to the Tune,
And follow the rule.
I have no good habits.
And I am in love with Rabbits.
Why should you care,
When you can share.
I am right now, in the town.
And you can call me a clown.