Clowns

Clowns There once was a real scary clown Wore neither a smile nor a frown Just a scowl and a stare Guaranteed kids he’s scare Without even making a sound I was scared of all clowns as a kid When I saw them I went and hid The red hair and red nose And the baggy old clothes And the terrifying things that they did A pie in the face or a squirt Slapstick that looked like it hurt Be they grinning like mad Or painted quite sad My eyes I would have to avert I hope that you don’t think me daff But when I hear a way too loud laugh I quick look around To make sure there’s no clown I’m not scared to death, just to half