clowns

Clowns

Who are clowns really now?

That’s what I want to know,

Are the good and funny?

Do they make you laugh from your tummy?

Or are they clowns who are mean and sour?

Clowns who haunt you every day and every hour?

I was five when I first met one

With his makeup and that big red nose

The sight made me want to run

 But with fear I froze

He gave me a ginormus bear hug

And squeezed me tight

Squashing me like a bug

I was filled with fright

I kicked and screamed

So he put me on the ground

Before I screamed

And so I spun around

And with the speed of light

 That must have given that clown a fright

I was gone in a puff of smoke

You say clowns are people too?

While I say people that want to hurt you.

Young Poet