by Monica | Writing |

Bobo - by Monica

Bobo, the clown, walks in and sits down.
He cornrows his hair and looks at the ground
His shoes are too big
They stomp on his hat
He screams so loudly, "Would you look at that?
My brains have fallen out my ears and my eyes
There is no room now for the tears from my cries!"
"POOP!”, announces the little girl from across the room.
An old man walks in and she starts to swoon
Is it a man though? You can’t really tell
And beneath his pants it’s to tangled at well
She hugs his leg and twists her pig tail
And spots him the cash for his sons own bail

The dime on the floor
Committed to time
And under false tenses he threw me a line
So he hides for his crime.