No Tears Of A Clown

See this cheerful exterior?
There are no tears of a clown here.
No black hole of misery at my core.
No tortured soul within.

I know my place
and am content to sit in it.

With my fixed grin
and painted face
I bide my time.

At weekends,
and in summer,
they always come.
They part with their money
and take me for a spin.


How Lucky Am I?