Poetry. The Town Clown

The Town Clown.
There once was a man called Gav.
His style of humour would be great to have.
Barbie’s and parties would bring out his jokes
Some ladies were shocked, but okay for the blokes
One party his talent for a disguise of cross-dressing
Thank goodness, no strip that was a blessing.

Now this guy is unique, a way to make fun
Even his job proved he was a happy sun-of-a-gun
Spending your working life in just one job
It will be strange to retire, being one of the mob.
I worked with him for just a short while
He became an old friend, he was just my style

I know with his energy, retirement will be great
Doing odd jobs will keep his mind straight
With Lenva to guide his every day chores.
Do obey her commands, indoors and outdoors
Which of course he will do that with loving care
His perfection is what he claims to share

Starting your retirement, find time to enjoy
Your not old, just an overgrown boy
Keep off your bike; top speed gets you in strife
Hitting cars that have stopped could change your whole life
Enjoy your timet with your very best friend.
There are still things to do and hopefully never end

My new life in Oz is great but somehow
I miss your laughter and jokes that I could use now
Just as well your not here though, it’s schoolies week
Lots of young girls frolicking on the beach
Placemakers, you’re loosing a wonderful guy
With years of great service it’s a sad goodbye

Take care, Gavin. Will catch up with you when I make a journey home in February.
Hope you have a wonderful retirement party.
Cheers
Jimbo
Writer. Jim F