Three thousand clowns marching in tandem. Floppy shoes clapping against the cobblestones. Entering our city at dawn. Came to a halt in town square. We huddled inside, shivering with fear. Rumor -their squirt guns contained acid. Forced our children to wear face paint, practice falling down.
Made adults squeeze ear-blasting horns. Stuffed us into baggy, polka dot pants, strapped on purple suspenders. Threw buckets of water at us and we made confetti deep into the night
Their leader had his sick way with our stuffed animals and made us watch. The rubber noses gave us skin rash.
Our cries for help to the Great Sky Clown went unanswered. They forced dozens of us into a phone booth for their own entertainment. They blanketed us with fart spray.
Worse than anything were the tight, ugly bow-ties forced upon us. All we could do was wait and hope for rescue by an army of roving jugglers known to be even more vicious than this sadistic bunch.
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