I Hid From the Inebriated Pig and Clown
I saw the pig and the clown coming my way with their drink.
They were well into their cups. I had this quick ugly think.
I jumped into a bush and tried to become invisible to them.
They were crazed with alcohol, two silly old men.
Slap happy and nutty, they were sloshing their words.
I rolled my eyes at their inebriation; both were quite absurd.
Where is that giant fork and that delightful silver spoon?
I ignored their laughter, as they howled at the moon.
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