Poems from the sky

“Go on!” they cried, “alright” he said “it seems I just have time” and from the book upon his palm he read another rhyme. “This book upon my palm is packed with poems from the sky, and though I rarely tell the truth you’ll rarely hear a lie!” His bony fingers found a page, he creased it rather neatly, then tore it out and screwed it up then wiped his nose discreetly. The page he then unfolded and the paper seemed to glow, he then began reciting and tomorrow will be last” “The day before tomorrow neatly followed yesterday” “And yesterday would still be here but found he couldn’t stay” “Last week can be just a day away I tell the truth my friends” “Today’s the only time we know and 12 O’Clock it ends!” “And then another day begins It’s called today once more” “You’ll stand around and let it pass just like you’ve done before!” “Two days before tomorrow was a time called yesterday” “And neatly packed betwixt them both is where we are today” “ENOUGH!” He yelled and closed his book “Go on! Go on!” They cried “I said no more – no more I said” “You said you rarely lied” “I said I rarely tell the truth – indeed I barely do” “I fairly said I speak them both – I said it squarely too!” “I merely meant I never nearly always stick to both!” “But even this I wouldn’t swear On both I’ll take an oath” as he wavered too and fro. “Before today was yesterday and yesterday has passed” “Today is still beside us

The Clown and the Rhyme (act 1)