THE KILLING JOKE!

Clowns weren't his humour type,
and he insulted a circus clown from face to blood type.
He left the circus in fast pace,
and drove his car as if in a race.

In his car's proximity there were only hills,
nothing else was conspicuous not even a window sill.
He thought the clown was a nonentity,
and he must've insulted the clown's identity.
But he didn't regret the incident,
until an unfortunate accident.

He crashed into a wide board,
which was uncanny as it was amid the road.
The board said, "You were a fool,
because tonight is Clown Rule!"

He thought it was a dream,
but that was not what it seemed,
as he was not drunk, and he had no reason to hallucinate,
as he had neither taken any pills nor had any strange thoughts of late.

Yet he saw in bone and flesh,
a clown standing in front of the mess!
The clown's mouth was bloody and the clown's eyes were red,
and he knew that the clown wanted him dead!

The next day, there was no him, no board, no clown,
just a hill from which you couldn't look down,
as all four sides were covered with greens,
and he could not be found by any means!

Hasta la Vista,
K