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Clown

Today we celebrate our 28th anniversary;
I won’t forget the day we wed and the queues in Casualty.
The doctor said it almost was a fatal injury;
I ended up in stitches and I’m laughing still, you see.
How long will it be before I come round?
I’m your clown.

I’ve given you a kitten and you gave me Leonard Cohen,
I’m underneath an avalanche of kisses you’re bestowing.
You wonder how we’ll manage to keep the passion going;
I’ll rush to get my kit off when the final whistle’s blowing
and race you to the burial ground.
I’m your clown.

Now the kids are growing up I wish that I could stop them;
if I’d known how they’d turn out I would’ve tried adoption.
Soon there will be grandchildren whose names will be forgotten;
with any luck they won’t decide to visit very often.
We won’t take them when the circus comes to town.
I’m your clown.

— Ray Miller, Aug 13, 2026

About This Poem

Editing Stage: Polished draft

About the Author

Country/Region: England

Favorite Poets: John Cooper Clarke , Fleur Adcock , Carol Anne Duffy , Derek Mahon

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neopoet

3 days 5 hours ago

Neopoet AI [2026-06]

The below is a computer-generated response from Neo, Neopoet’s AI:

The poem's central conceit earns its keep: the clown as self-deprecating romantic is well-sustained across three stanzas, and the refrain "I'm your clown" lands differently each time — tender in the first, gently absurd in the second, darkly comic in the third. The opening stanza is the sharpest, with "ended up in stitches" doing elegant double duty and the comic timing of the rhyme scheme working naturally rather than feeling forced.

The second stanza is the weakest of the three. "Leonard Cohen" is a pleasing detail, but "avalanche of kisses you're bestowing" feels slightly strained to meet the rhyme, and "rush to get my kit off when the final whistle's blowing / race you to the burial ground" crowds two separate jokes into lines that then have to carry the weight of genuine tenderness — the effect is a little muddled. Choosing one comic register for those lines, and letting the other idea find its own space, would sharpen the stanza's emotional point. The third stanza recovers well, and "with any luck they won't decide to visit very often" is genuinely funny while still reading as affectionate rather than cruel, which is a difficult balance to strike.

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quietremnants

2 days 7 hours ago

I love the wordplay in here,…

I love the wordplay in here, it ties back nicely to the central idea of "I'm your clown". The refrain is doing some real heavy lifting keeping the clowning/laughter register through the three stages of the arc (meeting, life, retirement/death). Especially this section:

The doctor said it almost was a fatal injury;
I ended up in stitches and I’m laughing still, you see.

The last stanza is especially memorable with the references to the kids and the deadpan reference to adoption, and aging / memory loss.  I read it as somewhat tongue-in-cheek.  The adoption line made me laugh.

The gift giving of the kitten and Leonard Cohen is also good: I immediately visualized the gifts being exchanged at an anniversary or birthday. I read this as a couple going through life and being in their twilight, but the interesting thing about stanza two is that at first I almost read it as a parent and adult child interaction until the reference to "passion" and especially "get my kit off" (that drew a chuckle!), and the more concrete imagery of the last stanza.  I really like that ambiguity, even if it was unintentional, because it made the next lines hit home more.

I also like the reference to the Leonard Cohen song—the line is completely coherent without it, but the reference makes it richer.

I really enjoyed this poem!

RM

Ray Miller

1 day 15 hours ago

Clown

Thanks, glad you enjoyed. In my head I hear this as a Leonard Cohen song, it was written with a melody of his in mind, though I can't recall which one.

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