Being a Classic Tramp was beneath the level he had hoped to achieve but, as he sat alone by the casket after the ceremony had ended, Bobo realized his frown was perfectly placed today. Soft strains of a cello played in his head as he paid his respects to Bubbles in silence.
Oh, that last sentence made me laugh out loud.
Ahem. I mean, poor Bubbles. Poor, poor Bubbles.
It was a fun challenge to write about a clown, a cemetery and a cello in 52 words exactly. 🙂 Poor Bubbles….lol.
I love that picture, too!