If you met a murderous clown
When you’re out for a night on the town
And they bought you a drink
What do you think?
Should you take it or turn Snuggles down?
If you met a murderous clown
When you’re out for a night on the town
And they bought you a drink
What do you think?
Should you take it or turn Snuggles down?
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If you were born with giant feet
And a spherical scarlet nose
And super pale powdery skin
And carrying a plastic rose
I think you should become a clown
And make a living so
‘Cause if you don’t then people
Might think you’re creepy, just so you know.
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I wear a pair of rubber gloves
When I do the dishes.
I wear a napkin on my lap
When I’m eating fishes.
I wear a suit with leather shoes
When I’m feeling dapper,
So why can’t I dress like a clown
When I’m on the crapper?