Isn’t it rich?
Are we a pair?
Me here at last on the ground,
You in mid-air.
Send in the clowns.
Now, for the record, I was always scared of the clowns at the circus. However, some cities have passed laws criminalizing the wearing of masks or hoods that raise serious constitutional questions.
Isn’t it bliss?
Don’t you approve?
One who keeps tearing around,
One who can’t move.
Where are the clowns?
Send in the clowns.
On this occasion, a deputy spotted Lopez wearing a clown mask with red-orange hair around 1:00 pm. The teens took off when the officer tried to make contact with them.
Just when I’d stopped
Opening doors,
Finally knowing
The one that I wanted was yours,
Making my entrance again
With my usual flair,
Sure of my lines,
No one is there.
Lopez was charged with wearing a mask or hood in public and resisting an officer without violence.
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?
There ought to be clowns.
Quick, send in the clowns.
Of course, Florida police are lucky. Minneapolis police are dealing with an infestation of zombies and would love a few clowns, here.
What a surprise.
Who could foresee
I’d come to feel about you
What you’d felt about me?
Why only now when i see
That you’d drifted away?
What a surprise.
What a cliché.
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Isn’t it rich?
Isn’t it queer?
Losing my timing this late
In my career?
And where are the clowns?
Quick, send in the clowns.
Don’t bother – they’re here.
Here is something to soothe Lopez’s clown-raged soul. As always, Sinatra did it best:
