Mick,The Clown

I was walking down a road,feeling sick;

Then I met a man named Mick;

When asked, he told his surname was Hick,

And his age was twenty-six.

I asked him,"What are you doing in town?"

He replied, saying that he was a clown,

I looked at him with a slight frown,

"You dont look like one,I bet a Pound."

He asked me what was my illness,

I said it was a sudden chillness,

I caught wandering in the wilderness,

And  I was fraught with helplessness.

He looked at me and said this:

"Listen to me,don't scowl and hiss,"

"Go to the public and take a piss,"

"The illness will go and you will be in bliss."

 

Surprised, I exclaimed: "Are you mad?"

And pat came the reply: "yes, a tad!"

I was shocked, at the nerve he had,

But I went on, a smarter lad.