Your hair has such flair

A bounce in your step and
a plop in your pratfalls

When you’re happy, we
all know it, it’s all over
your face

same as when you’re sad

Your car is so cool and
seats thirteen if some of them
hang out the windows

And your makeup?
To die for. Drag queens everywhere
could take some tips from
your brow technique

High brow, low brow
Take a bow, o clever clown

© 2013 Amy Barlow Liberatore/Sharp Little Pencil

For Imaginary Garden With Real Toads, Mary wanted a Valentine to someone or something we cannot stand. I don’t mind telling you, it’s not just a vague dislike… clowns scare the crap out of me, always have. I once wrote a horror poem about them. Grown men in grotesque makeup, falling on their butts and getting WAY too close to little kids for my comfort… The balloon animals that always managed to explode near me…   Bozo? Yikes! Amy