Clowning

Warning: this is a terror core poem. The contents of this poem is not meant for the weak of heart or mind.

We went to the circus today,
Because we heard that they were going away,
The kids were sad so we decided to stay.

The tent was more stuffed than their back pack,
So we chose to sneak a peak around back,
There was bobo, sleazy, and gappy resting in their napsack.
Before we could step out the clowns dragged us in,
Whispered in our ear that the show was about to begin.

Tied us to chairs for their main attraction,
Then bobo came out for a slight distraction.
They cut the kids throat and stabbed my wife,
I cried like watching a soap opera on life.
The music was playing and they hadn't gone far,
As they all came back to knock my head off with their car.