I am in love with the bearded lady.
We both work with the Circus, but our acts are quite separate.
Hers is a sideshow – she drapes herself across vermillion sheets, blowing kisses to passers by. They stop and stare, but, unable to get past the great black forest upon her chin, do not notice her beautiful brown eyes.
Myself, I play a clown, rolling and tumbling across the stage. A bit part, my act involves delivering custard pies to the faces of our troupe, including my love, who has yet to see the funny side, and shall never return my affections.

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