The Clown and the tightrope

Coulrophobia is a fear of clowns. The term is of recent origin, probably dating from the 1980s,[1] and according to one analyst, "has been coined more on the Internet than in printed form because it does not appear in any previously published, psychiatric, unabridged, or abridged dictionary," however the author later notes, "regardless of its less-than-verifiable etymology, coulrophobia exists in several lists".[2] The condition is a specific phobia (DSM-IV Code 300.29).[3] WIKI.

Isn't it rich?
Are we a pair?

Me here at last on the ground,
You in mid-air.

But where are the clowns?
Send in the clown.

 Nightmare  

The crown, originally known as the "crown of the double rose", was an English coin introduced as part of King Henry VIII's monetary reform of 1526 with the value of 5 shillings.

Isn't it bliss?
Don't you approve?
One who keeps tearing around,
One who can't move.
Where are the crowns?
Send in the crowns.

Just when I'd stopped opening doors,
Finally knowing the one that I wanted was yours,
Making my entrance again with my usual flair,

http://www.huffingtonpost.com/2011/08/24/dick-cheney-memoir-_n_935900.html

Sure of my lines,

No one is there. 

Don't you love farce?

My fault I fear.

I thought that you'd want what I want.

Sorry my dear

But where are the clowns?

http://www.chron.com/news/gallery/Republican-National-Convention-2008-24568.php

Quick, send in the clowns.

http://www.politico.com/
Don't bother, they're here.

Isn't it rich?
Isn't it queer,

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Gay_Republicans_%282004_film%29

Losing my timing this late
In my career?

http://www.thegatewaypundit.com/2011/08/nut-ron-paul-booed-at-iowa-debate-video/

And where are the crowns?
There ought to be crowns.
Well, maybe next year

Okay so the Gods of the Dagblog would make a farce of my attempts, but when Le Madame Michele (my belle) takes the center stage at the 2013 Address to the Joint Session of Congress, do not blame me!