Upside Down Frown
Today, once again, I am down.
So, I look around.
Down the street, I see a clown.
I frown.
Through the window, I see a beautiful gown.
I have a meltdown.
Is there nothing in this town?
My head hangs low to the ground.
I groan.
But then, I'm dumbfounded.
I see my happiness: A burger stand.
My frown turns upside down.
This poem is about:
Me
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