Short Bozo Poems
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Infinite Charm
At Least A
Lot Of
"Trouble"
Makes You
"Think"
Now...
Back To The
Circus,
BOZO
Wanna B.
-Gray Squirrel
05-21-2025
Nah! NAH!
Blahhh! BLAH!
Wouldn't Wanna Be One!
You Know The Drill!
Join In! OR Vacate
The Tribe, Bozo.
I Forget All The Words...
You Know 'Em.
-Gray Squirrel
09-18-2025
Went for a hair cut at the local barber
He must have misunderstood probably into the lager
Not just one hair
He cut EVERY hair
So I called him a bozo as I made my departure
What is it about a bluegrass banjo solo
That turns my crank and drives me loco
That foot tappin' beat
Can't control my feet
I freak out, guess I'm just a bluegrass banjo bozo
What is it about a bluegrass banjo solo
That turns my crank and drives me loco
That foot tappin' beat
Can't control my feet
I freak out, guess I'm just a bluegrass banjo bozo
Went for a "HAIR CUT" at the local barber
Must have misunderstood probably into the lager
He cut “ALL” my hair
Not just "ONE" up there
Called him a bozo as I made my departure
Went for a hair cut at the local barber
Must have misunderstood probably into the lager
He cut “ALL” my hair
Not just one up there
So I called him a bozo as I made my departure
Went for a "hair cut" at the local barber
He didn't understand, think he was into the lager
He cut ALL my hair
Not just one up there
So I called him a bozo and made my departure
This clown is a bit under the weather today
Bozo ain't feeling well, can't come out to play
Just a passing thing
So have you a wing ding
Growed up strong, won't be long till I'm back to 1-A
What is it about a bluegrass banjo solo
That turns my crank and drives me loco
That foot tappin' beat
Can't control my feet
I freak out, guess I'm just a bluegrass banjo bozo
© Jack Ellison 2015
The Higgs observation just ran up the score on
Mere mortals who can’t understand what it shows; on
Attempting, I feel like both bozo and moron,
Which makes me relieved that they call it the boson.
Bozo
Bozo's From Your Dad
And Your Grandad
And Your Dad's GrandDad
And Off Into Finality
Where All Of Them Meet
As One, Eternally.
I Thought This
Would Be An
Apology, Though
Uh?
Weird?
Is That Backwards?
-Gray Squirrel
05-20-2025
Dill pickle hated him so
Because he stank badly
Dill pickle screamed just go
Blue cheese wept thus sadly
When I leave the fridg, bro
I'll stink ever much mo
Dill pickle grew older
Fermenting like a bozo
Then opening his holder
A stink scent deathblow
Moe and Joe had a toe.
It went too slow so they called Bozo.
Bozo came and made a flame but they couldn't blame the sugar cane.
So Moe and Joe got a new toe and it didn't go slow so they were full of snow.
I wrote the above when I was in kindergarten.
Well, my mother wrote it for me because I couldn't read or write at the time.
Helter skelter Henrietta hen had a lot to say
Wiggling her tail feathers at me today
I knew now that the bozo loved to play
She did a happy dance and a slide sashay
Be comfortable in your feathers she said to me
Now she was jiving on the limb of a tree
I will do my best, I replied as I watched her spree
She did the happy dance and a spin just for me
you think you can rhyme
your words out of time
like a dancer offbeat
you step and repeat
you sound like a fool
your mouth open to drool
trying to take me down
like bozo the clown
no words to be heard
and nothing to say
so you flip them the bird
then you walk away
like a sucker in a suit
you're better off mute
Contest: So You Think You Can Rhyme
The Prevaricator
He snatched a hapless investigator
Created a national fantasy!
To deny and demolish another's success
and productivity!
So filled with raging jealousy was he,this
hapless bozo lost all his pathetic integrity.
Attempting to follow no rules, just to go
and destroy our democracy!
December 17, 2019
all us kids on my
block rushed towards bozo's
house when we saw his car
pull up
his yard, unmistakable with the
striped picket fence always kept
the curtains drawn
but when he pulled up to the
curb and opened the trunk we peaked
in
it was like light hitting buried
treasure
sparkling sweet
as he handed it out
mom said sad things go on behind
the closed
curtains
11/14/13
One evening as I walked my dog
I came across a pair of shoes
Lying there beside a log
Not exactly breaking news
Still I couldn’t help but wonder
Who would ditch their size sixteens
Did they hate the rainbow colors
Or the oddly random seams?
Or perhaps some bozo missed them
These huge and homely shoes I’d found
And rather than dismiss them
There I stood, missing a clown.
Don't ever ask me any stupid questions
and I will never respond with any stupid replies.
If you would be so kind just state what's on your mind
so we can move on letting sleeping dogs lie.
"Why are you doing it that way stupid?"
Well, if I'm truly stupid then how in the hell would I know?
Just state your correction by bringing it to my attention.
Don't ask me stupid questions bozo.
Who will be president
i do not know but i hope it's not bozo.
it can be mickey.
mouse or even goofy.
as long as they run the government better than
who will be that person/ i do not know yet .
only days away and time is running out.
who will lead this country. will it be daffy duck or porky pig.
now you should vote for the best , just remember
i want to know who will it be, i know not me!!
fearful he rose from the ashes of hellfire
singed skin scorched soul and blistered mind
his heart full of charcoal burdened the flight
yet carbon cinder fuelled an escape route
from the trajectory of death or eternal damnation
when a tiny glimpse of ember cast hope
of renewal change growth and survival
he gave in to the vital force of the universe
and embarked on a miraculous journey
imbued by restoration gratitude and love
Bozo talking from his string
pulled to make him loud.
Orange nose shining bright as day
sure to please a crowd.
Red hair glowing in a bunch
just for your attention.
Gaping mouth to make you smile
and laugh at his intention.
Bended limbs to hold your hand.
Hugs to make you warm.
Bozo shouting out his name
loud enough to charm.
Propped against your pillow slip
left to get some rest.
Cuddles for your clown asleep
Bozo's peace has blessed.
Don't stand by me,
if you're going to be mouthy
and doubt me,
go back and respect my boundary,
your septic perspective and negative pictures will be deflected from my eyes and ears,
reject through control, selective subjective inspections of your lies, so clear,
I don't need to see photo's for truths,
when dealing with bozo brain youths,
I wont be bullied on the ground and crying to your sly,
I'm the bullet to impound and leave you dying, am I.
Sanmati, my guide, though is callow
Abnormal not in knowledge, not a bozo.
Negotiates well joy broad or narrow;
Merry as a lamb, sharp as an arrow –
Agile as a gymnast, as sweet as a cello.
Time and again found, never let her gizmo,
Ignoring angry love or any strict credo
Jib her down to cry and sit quietly in shadow.
Almighty will design her future like dido
Illuminating the world with skills and less ego.
Never be dull or extra-ordinary – no one follow.