Clowns

The boy goes into his bedroom He glances at his stuffed toys That are lined up on a dresser Then he hears a curious noise My goodness whatever is that? A toy clown sitting on his bed Wherever did that come from? The clown slowly lifts it’s head An intense and malevolent look As it fixes the boy with a stare ‘My name, it is Coconut Clown Come play with me if you dare’ And says with the sickliest grin ‘ Hey I am just an old clown toy Now do not be frightened of me As you’re such a big strong boy’ The boy stammers ‘No I’m going And I’ll bring my daddy up here’ The clown issues a nasty snarl Then the boy jumps back in fear He can hear a door knob rattling Pulls away from Coconut’s glare Spins around, hoping for Daddy But another clown stands there