Thinking of Clowns

Posted: March 3, 2016 in free verse, Humor, poem, poet, poetry, the mind, writing
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That clown also smells like moth balls.
In my little town,
we had a little clown
that would appear
only once a year
for an annual event,
a carnival on the square,
Not only did he scare me well,
he had that moth ball smell!
He must have kept that clown suit
in a closet for all the year
So now when I smell mothballs,
I think of clown and beer.
I suspected that he played Santa, too

OC

This poem originated from a comment I made on The Muscleheaded Blog .

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Comments
  1. slmret says:

    Haha — those clowns scared me so much I hid behind my mother when they came to greet the kids!

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  2. HA! ๐Ÿ˜€ Good one, OC! I love it! ๐Ÿ˜›
    I guess the dude could use the red nose for both Mr. Clown and Santy Claus. ๐Ÿ˜›
    Wonder if anyone under 50 knows what a moth ball is?!?!
    I’m weird…I’ve always like clowns. Except the one on the TV show American Horror Story: Freak Show. ๐Ÿ˜ฎ
    HUGS!!! ๐Ÿ™‚

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    • Hahaha! Red noses for both!
      No, no one but us use them and the ones we remember were probably Grandma’s ๐Ÿ˜›
      Well, our clown and Santy sort resembled Billy Bob Thornton, if you ever saw his Santa Claus movie he made a few years ago. Hahaha!

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