A crown fit for a clown

There once was a clown
who paraded around town
he thought the world of himself
and liked everything to be top shelf

He bought himself a mannequin
he married her no panickin'
soon his humour was delirious
his motives as mysterious

He found himself a throne
and claimed it as his own
he put a crown upon his stead
to cover his bald head

He started waving a magic wand
expecting everyone to respond
his orders grew bizarre by the hour
when he demanded a brand new tower

They moved his throne up to the top
hoping the insanity would stop
but no it seemed it wasn't to be so
then tumbling down they made him go.


AP: 1st place 2025

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