Clownish

Tears of a clown
Blood red droplets
Trickle down
On a deathly white face
The smile
Fixed, and somewhat surreal
With a nose
Like one of Santa's reindeer
(without the antlers)
Baggy trousers
Sagging ambitions
The reward sought for
A smile
But sometimes fear
As the smile
Becomes a grimace
A snarl
Accompanied by maniacal laughter
That echoes
As though from the pits of hell
Fearsome, and nightmarish
Then the inevitable scream
I run to escape
Then suddenly realise
That this grotesque clown
Can't run very well
Because of his size 12 feet
And whilst in pursuit of me
He trips, and falls to the ground
Hilarity is restored

by Jemia