Creepy Clown Halloween
One evening I was looking for some food.
I had a drink of wine to soften the mood.
The wife was gone and I was settling down.
When I looked up and saw a scary clown.
He was standing outside on the porch.
His eyes were glowing like a torch.
He scared the holy hell out of me.
Then, he waved, while looking at me.
I grabbed a bat and opened the door.
“Trick or treat.” His bag was on the floor.
It was Halloween. I had forgotten.
Something in my pants smelled rotten.
My wife left a bowl of candy nearby.
I gave him a handful and said goodbye.
Soon, more kids were showing up.
I gave out candy like in a rut.
Then, it was quiet for awhile.
I looked out the window with a smile.
Then, I saw the scary clown again.
He was across the street, looking grim.
He was staring at my house.
He wasn’t a kid. The rotten louse.
I wondered what he was up to.
Some kids came by and he yelled ‘Boo.”
The kids took off running like hell.
The clown was laughing, I could tell.
Then he turned and stared some more.
I decided to lock the door.
2 hours later, he was still there.
I got my gun. He had better beware.
He watched me and I watched him.
There was no way that he would win.
Then, at midnight, he just vanished.
I was so shocked, I cussed in Spanish.
Was this a creepy clown joke pulled on me?
My neighbor came over and said “Did you see?”
I said yes, and I didn’t understand it.
He looked at me and said “No shit!”
Next Halloween, I will watch for that clown.
If I see him, I will tie him down.
I will not be scared like that anymore.
No clowns will be knocking at my door.
————————————–R.W. Johnson—–(2018)