CLOWN IMMORTAL

A grotesque thing in park and fair
Bulbous nose and wild red hair

Painted smile and floppy shoes
Garish suit hides his tattoos

White of face and clammy skin
Sharp canines, a leering grin

'Round him all the children huddle
Wolf as sheep, his evil subtle

Candy, toys and bright balloons
False joy and mirth, discordant tunes

A hunger 'hind his eyes does burn
Dark deeds to do his soul does yearn

A ghoulish mask, good natured air
To pierce the veil we must not dare

Chasm-grave of soul disease
Roiling column, storm at ease
Black as pitch, thick as tar
Ancient as the dimmest star

Foetid bones crack loud his span
Seeming just a mortal man
At end of day when paint is gone
What young child next will put it on?

i like your poem, it is very descriptive. i personally wouldn't want to be a clown, although they don't scare me.

however if you catch a clown with liquor on his breath... scary!

do you not like clowns jpatt?

That was some good imagery.
Keep up the good work, jpatt.

Great poem, it reminds me of me. lol

Heheh. Yeah, I've got an aversion to clowns and mimes and such. Thanks all, especially you GB.

Mimes?!? Afraid they'll trap you in an invisible box?

Good poem, nicely done. Eerily enough, it reminds me of John Wayne Gayce, the serial killer who often dressed as a clown for children's parties.

Wonderful poem.