Clown's Evil Brown

Clown’s Evil Brown

My head spins around
When I see my house
Covered in brown.

My new puppy
Clown hasn’t
Gotten around
To learning his
Potty training.

There is so much
Vile brown
To clean up.

I’m may have
To call my boss
And say my
Aunt died.

I have to skip
Town, just so
I can clean
Up Clown’s
Evil Brown.
Copyright © | Year Posted 2010

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