Clown in the Woods

I had always enjoyed hiking since I was a kid

When I went walking through the woods, of all my problems I was rid

But walking in the forest was no safe feat Often animals would try and kill you for meat

Unfortunately that was hardly all

Bugs would make tiny cuts in your skin, so painful you will bawl

Often the sky goes dark and pours

Water that only burns at your sores

The forest also has some scary stalkers

Who prey upon hopeless unsuspecting walkers

But even if you manage to survive all this

One predator for you will never miss

His presence will become known when you hear

Small crackling of leaves that draw near

In this part of the forest almost all the trees are brown

And this is the hiding place of the clown

He will emerge from the trees and stare you down

Tilting his head as he watches you frown

But if you run away in sudden haste

He will chase you till your sweat turns you to paste

At this stage the only way to survive

Is to run, avoid the clown to stay alive

Unfortunately you cannot run any more

The clown will grab your legs and drag you away in awe

To make sure you don`t leave without a smile

And in a word, the pain is worse than vile

So beware of the clown amongst the trees

Because if he catches you, no one will ever hear your pleas