There's A Sociopath Clown Hiding Under My Bed Poem by Shaun Cronick

There's a sociopath clown hiding under my bed,
Night after terrifying night I hear him say.
I'm gonna get you, I'm gonna get you,
My silent prayers never make him go away.

By dawn's early welcomed light I'm wired,
I quickly leap out of bed and look under it.
No Poltergeist Ronald McDonald Pennywise clown,
For the empty clown space doesn't lie or omit.

But he will be back to taunt and haunt me,
So I've taken some very terminal precautions.
I've purchased something that demands respect,
From one of those most shady on line auctions.

And sure enough that night he's under there,
Threatening and taunting me again good and proper.
As six bullets fired suddenly tear into him,
From my smoking handgun called The Clown Stopper.

Ah! Tonight I shall sleep the sleep of kings,
As I remove him and bits of clown from my floor.
Then in my bath I start to cut him into pieces,
For with sociopath clowns it's best to be dead sure.