My tears never stop but my laughs come in spurts. If I could laugh at my tears, I would laugh till it hurts. If I hurt till I cried, I would laugh with each tear. A sob with a laugh would catch every ear near. If I got good at this, I would make a great clown. I could keep up a smile with a painted on frown. You could laugh till I cried then I could laugh at my tears. My face could catch pies while the crowd laughs and cheers. They would come from all over to see me like you. Come see Chuckles–the clown who can laugh and bawl too!