Evil Clown

He wears those flappy floppy shoes
And those billowy bright clothes
And a big red ball like Rudolph’s
Perched on the tip of his nose
He sports those huge and shiny teeth
Which resemble piano keys
And a massive string of handkerchiefs
To catch his clowny sneeze
He wears a bulky jacket
Filled with all kinds of tricks
Which he whips out with his fat white hands
As he plays his clowny shtick
He has a flower tucked into
His much too wide lapel
If you get too close to smell it
He’ll drench you all to hell
And he wears a buzzer in his palm
That shocks you when you shake
And a bucket of confetti
That over your head he’ll rake
He drives around in his weird little car
With his loud brass honky horn
And is always either smiling
Or else comically forlorn
He has that frizzy hair that floats
Around his balding head
With his whole face hued fish belly white
He looks more than faintly dead
Under piles of pancake makeup
Caked from forehead down to throat
And all his features are painted on
In suffocating coats
You can never tell what he’s thinking
Or exactly what he’ll do
But if you do it with him
The joke will be on you
If you chance to meet him
Beware what he’s about
For Clowny just might getcha
Ifnya don’t watch out
The chap is vaguely sinister
With his creepy clowny grin
And those beady little clowny eyes
That threaten to suck you in
He's positively eerie
Some have dreaded to behold
His spooky painted visage
Since they were two years old
Some kids from the beginning
See him as a Boogey Man
And who’s to say that they’re not right
If he’s more than their dreams can stand?
Hollywood knows he’s chilling
It doesn’t surprise a bit
That when Stephen King needed a monster
He made an evil clown IT
Some people think it’s funny
That other folks fear clowns
But remember John Wayne Gacy:
Guard up, and comments down.