Chinatown
Clown
The other
day in Chinatown
I saw a
scary looking clown
He had
those scary massive shoes
And tried
to drink up all my booze
I tried to
run away from him
But then he
said, “It’s cousin Tim!”
I asked him,
“Why are you a clown?”
He said,
“My bossman let me down.”
I said to
him, “Well that’s a shame.”
“I know,”
he said, “It’s pretty lame.”
I probably
should go right now
“Good bye,”
he said and took a bow.
Then I went
home from Chinatown
And thought
of Tim that silly clown
I hope I’ll
see him sometime soon
Maybe I’ll
meet him on the moon.
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