Clown Poem by B U Afnan

Crossing the road at sundown,
I saw a clown
He was wearing red and brown
He smiled at me but I got scared
Seeing this, his teeth he bared
They were crooked and soaked
in blood and mostly red
Not even a second passed
And I started and ran
But turning around
I saw a child
The clown was laughing and holding his hand
the little boy with tear stained face and
To me he extended his other hand
I turned back around, but I was scared
And the clown with malice smiled
I stood rooted in my place in fright
And the clown, unmoved, on the other side