Come on in
To a whole other world
Thought up by the mind
Of a very strange girl.
You'll find skulls and masks
As well as teddy bears
There are paintings of death
Look around if you dare.
One of the many focuses
Of this very strage room
Are all kinds of clowns
Who will lead you to your doom!
Clown paintings and posters
And even some masks.
There are pictures of clowns
Doing quite bizarre tasks.
I have a collection
Of many different toys
If you poke them or squeeze them
They'll make an odd noise.
And how about my lamp
Oh how I do love it
'Tis an authentic clown shoe
With a lamp shade above it.
I think it's quite cool
And rather unique
But most people just stare at it
And call me a freak.
My room is just so awesome
It is so very fun
But if I were to tell you everything
I wouldn't be half done!
So now it's time to conclude
I'm sure you're glad that I'm finished
I kind of have to end this poem
My ideas for rhymes have diminished.
~ Everything in this poem is true about my room.
Copyright 2003 Corrupted_Little_Girl
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