Creepy Clown
The creepy clown's out on the street.
He's wandering around.
You see him through your window blinds;
his feet upon the ground.
He comes in close to question you;
with makeup looking sad.
Then bows his head in full disgrace
to frighten you a tad.
He'll back off slow to catch his breath,
then once again he'll pace.
Then move in like a jungle cat
to keep you in your place.
It's then you dial the 911
for cops will come in time.
To put an end to circumstance
and treat it as a crime.
For which the cops come swiftly to.
Some twenty two or more.
Their guns all drawn as quickly at
this clown in total horror.
With shots being fired to save the day
This clown should learn his fate.
His horn held up in self defense.
The sound a bit too late.
Honk!
Copyright © Trevor Mcleod | Year Posted 2016
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