Saturday, April 04, 2015

Nut Case

I had a chance encounter in the street
With clowns, dressed up as thugs, with scarlet hair
And orthopedic shoes. No underwear.
I was afraid, and stared at my own feet
Until it was becoming indiscreet;
My wife carefully warned me not to stare,
But I'm an idiot, and I don't care.
"Nut case," she offered. I said, "You're so sweet."

I've made an effort, but the clowns have won.
My feet continue, somehow, to expand
While suddenly my red nose, soft and grand,
Impinges on the arguments, begun
In darkness. Now, beneath the blazing sun,
Its red veins pop; my hair is in demand.