Clowning around.

Ha Ha. Very funny my name's Bugs Bunny. Kids love it. I hate it. Shit. Nearly put my makeup on straight. Right then, get it sorted. Get the bastards later. Nail this one. Get the money. Come back. Kick ass. Move back in and hey presto. Clowny is the hero not the putz. She loves me. She loves me not. Sad eyes for Pierot. Not for me. Smiley face on. Sell those burgers. Sell those burgers. Do I look tired? Shit. I smell like I slept under a tree. Cos I did. Boom, boom. Focus, focus. Hair. Where’s my hair. Oh. On my head. Lovely. Green and fluffy like the bush I was born under. Or was that a wandering star? Who cares? The kids need their burgers, Mum and Dad need an hour's peace and I need my rent. Flowers. Up sleeve. Squeezy bulb. Better fill it. Right, got it . All set. No messing about. Well maybe some. It is my job. Wait, something’s missing. Nose! Bugger, that was close. Red or blue, red or blue. You choose. No, you choose. Ok blue. No, idiot ! Red. Ok all set. One hour and then I can go back to her. Get a real job, she said. Don’t come back until you’ve got one. Well, this is real. I’ll take some flowers, real flowers. And the rent. Then she’ll take me back. Failing that, maybe I should run off and join the circus.