THE DEAD GAME
Why do clowns appear
And then come so near?
In my nightmares they cavort
With one another for sport.
I’m afraid to lay my head down.
For I might see another clown.
With their evil grins.
And quivering chins.
The carnival they roam.
So I’m writing this tome.
To leave clues to my demise
If the clowns aren’t too nice.
In a town such as Oasis.
There are few friendly faces.
For the clowns haunt my nights.
And bring with them more frights.
THE DEAD GAME
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