Yeah, perhaps the greatest poem ever about clowns. Ever.
OT: KBLOW's Poetry Corner: "If a Clown"
What was so great about that? Buehler? Buehler?
If a tree in the middle of the forrest, falls on a mime...does anybody care?
I'd say it is pretty evident these next 16 days can't go by fast enough.
Very good. Thanks for the link.
I will now neg KBLOW less as anyone who links to The New Yorker poetry gets a +1 as a person in my book. I try to keep up with my NY'er RSS feeds, but I just can't keep up with that much reading.
I've heard that until 2003 New Yorker subscribers in Texas were prosecuted as accomplices under the sodomy law.
I say this not as a lawyer, but as a dude with a Yankee accent and long hair who almost got beat up at an Astros game.
If a clown came out of the woods,
a standard-looking clown with oversized
polka-dot clothes, floppy shoes,
a red, bulbous nose, and I saw him
on the edge of my property...I'd call 9-1-1 and lock all of my doors. That's a scary situation. Especially if this clown creeping around my property is Willard Scott, the original and creepiest Ronald McDonald.
That was quite good.