Proof that haiku do not always have to be serious…
The life of the clown
by day bringing joy, by night
he’s under your bed
night time toilet trip
lights out, think I saw a clown
run back to bed scared
Long hair and tight jeans
he watches her walk and lusts
bugger, it’s a bloke!
hot tea before bed
up three times throughout the night
Damn old man’s bladder!
Afterwards 
Two sides to every story, two sides to every clown. Reading about him lusting after the long hair and tight jeans before discovering it’s a bloke, made me think of my years in the Creative Department of Y&R Ad Agency in the late 70s. It sure was the most sexist place to work and we had a young and very pretty Latina who used to wear those Candies shoes we discussed recently and jeans so tight I think she painted them on. She had quite a wiggle and I’d watch the men (my bosses actually) as they would wolf whistle and say “C’mon back Carmen; I wanna watch you walk away.” She loved the attention. Another secretary never tethered her big boobs and always wore tight sweaters and the guys would call her phone to watch her bouncing all the way down the hall to answer the phone. Like that would happen nowadays – ya right.
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Can U imagine that now… in sone ways things have changed so much. Then again not everywhere has moved on.
Ever wonder where she is now?
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People are really too sensitive now … you don’t have to a women’s rights activist for any compliment you are paid, or because a male tells a female she looks good … I think in today’s world, it IS okay to have a male/female be friends without other connotations. But they took things a wee bit too far. I do wonder where she is now Michael? Does she look the same? I remember seeing one of the girls from high school … pretty, cheerleaders, etc. etc. We were at the grocery store … she’s pushing a grocery cart with a kid in the seat, one in the buggy, one screaming its head off next to her and she was very pregnant. Thought to myself “what the hell happened to Jill Diakow?” Strange the things you think of after all these years. My 50-year reunion is this year, but I’m not going. I lost touch with lots of people and the five girls I was close to, we got together once and had nothing in common.
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