[ WP ] Write a short story or poem that begins and ends with same line

Gonzo was a good clown. 
 That's what everyone said, at least. He remembered his mother saying it when she locked him outside for the night and let his other siblings sleep in their warm beds- `` You're a good clown, Gonzo. I'll see you in the morning.'' It was said to him by Aunt Susan when she got a Christmas present for everyone but him; `` That's my little clown! You did n't really *need* a present anyway, did you?'' Or when he dropped out of high school to get a job to put his sister, Anne, through college. Dad had said `` Good job, that's my clown! Always taking one for the team.'' He had felt like an especially good clown when he let Mom and Dad take his apartment when they decided to stop working. The street was n't bad. The men who paid him to touch them, and who paid him to be touched, always made sure to call him a good clown. Soon after, the needle with the sweet juice told him that too. Now, as he pulled the trigger of the gun in his mouth, he remembered. 
 Gonzo was a good clown. 

