THE CLOWN'S WITCHA Poem by Betty HermeleeLimerick....ghostlyTHE CLOWN’S WITCH
There once was a clown with a dimpled smile Behind that smile he was willingly vile He pranced, tumbled and often passed gas The crowd thought he was a horse’s a*s Though he performed in quite a unique style
When he retired he was old and pale He frequented local bars and drank plenty of ale His wife was a whipping witch Who always wanted him to be rich But being a clown he dreams to cut her with his sharp toenail
When he turned ninety, he slept at night and never woke up The witch was so delighted she bought a six-month pup She kept the old house in witch-like disarray The pup tore everything and she let him have his play She even allowed him to share her sup © 2021 Betty HermeleeReviews
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3 Reviews Added on September 29, 2021 Last Updated on September 29, 2021 AuthorBetty HermeleeBlack Mountain, NCAboutMy love of poetry results from my love of art. As a painter I am able to express myself on a canvas. As a poet my words come from my heart, my moods, sometimes sad, mostly upbeat. I like to use vivid .. more..Writing
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