Send in The Clown

When I was four,
and my sister two,
we sat around,
not much to do.

A cat so white,
a canvas clean,
Barbie head make-up,
was it so mean?

Circus we played.
We needed a clown.
The cat was just purrfect
We pinned him right down.

First came the pink,
and then came the blue.
It just seemed so clear;
We knew what to do.

But soon mom came in
and started to hiss.
She didn't fault me;
she blamed little sis.

It was my idea,
later she found,
to make the white cat
into our own clown.

The cat survived,
I'm happy to say.
Our rear ends hurt
to the very next day.
(c) 2007