Skookum

I murdered a clown cause he administered a frown. I'm not tumbling down for something so deranged. It was the night of the fight. Hidden out of sight, we ascended into flight. I rented a clown out of contrite. What the clown did, oh, he bites. This is one baffling night. That is one stifling fright. There is no escaping spite. Here is no longer calmingly bright. Luckily, I had a knife. Now, it's covered in red. This clownish thread. I'm going to put it to bed. The blood of a clown is renowned. The thoughts of cynicism overwhelmed.