A long time ago on Halloween night,
A villain decided to blot out the light.
Many fell with a slash of his knife,
Starting with a farmer and his young wife.
Next was a stranger, just walking by,
Not knowing that this was his night to die.
The villain then wandered into the town,
Dressed like a smiling, happy clown.
Trick or treaters ran by him, like a live flood,
Never noticing that he was covered in blood.
The clown’s death toll now stood at eight,
He continued to hide, continued to wait.
The police were now aware of this clown,
The deputies searched all over town.
The finally found him, perched on his twelfth kill,
They drew guns and shot him, firing at will.
Dozens of bullets hit their marks,
The clown just smiled his eyes like twin sparks.
Riddled with bullets, yet still standing strong,
The deputies now knew that something was wrong.
The clown charged at them, wielding his knife,
Every deputy fell, empty of life.
The clown was covered in blood, head to toe,
Never have we seen such a villainous foe.
He turned to go up the next street,
But then there came the thundering of feet.
A mob turned the corner and stared at the clown,
He slashed with his knife, he would not back down.
According to legend, I tell you this day,
The mob was all children, not one hair was grey.
The clown’s grin widened, as he faced them down,
The children never wavered as they charged the clown.
The children were armed as if going to war,
The clown’s laugh was gleeful as he started his chore.
He slashed, and he killed as the children came near,
Never once showing the least bit of fear.
The children continued to stab at their foe,
The clown started to weaken, his arms moving slow.
Though he was weaker, the clown still wielded his knife,
Each swing of his arm ended a life.
The situation began to look quite dire,
Until one small boy lit the clown on fire.
The fire burned him right down to his core,
With a bright flash of light, the clown was no more.
They lifted the boy and began to cheer,
Shouting his name for all to hear.
The boy never sought to accomplish this feat,
He only wanted some candy to eat.
When he left his house all he’d want to do,
Was to go trick or treating with a friend or two.
2 thoughts on “The Clown”
I that a picture of The Codorus Furnace in York County, Pennsylvania?
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No. It’s in Connecticut.