Round and round and round they go, on a tiny unicycle straining against their weight.

Their red noses the size of a small grapefruits bobble up and down, in the same way that their springy wig covered in orange curls does.

‘Flip flop, flip flop’, goes their oversized shoes as they run around the small stage, wide grins plastered across their faces.

All day long they cartwheel, sing, and pull odd faces.

Instead of making children laugh and smile with joy, a lot of the time they do the opposite, and make kids reel back with terror.

What an odd thing they are, circus clowns.