Hillbilly Clowns Poem by stephanie mellisa kievaughan

Gather up your tools,
and find you a wrench
we don't wanna fall back
into the stench.

Lets hitch up our Mule's.
Lets Gather our brigade of Fool's
Commandeer those dorks,
and hand out the pitch fork's.
to Load our Skatty Wagon.

With our Barn stall gem stones.
of horse; goat, and Cow Poop.
we will march thru town
, and lead the parade.
when Cat Square is near
we will put the spreader in gear.

as you watch our charade.
you pinch your nose out of dismay.
we will pray for a head wind.
your mind we will boggle.
Our over Sized Glasses
We use them for Goggles

The smell of the show will
Draw Fly's and bug's
Our red foam nose's
Will serve as our nose plug's
By the time we cross second avenue.
we will have the whole load spread.

don't be caught Looking up.
don't get distracted
By a menacing Bee.
as you turn up your Dixie Cup.
We May Have Brewed you
a Very Special Tea.

Not Fit to be drank
By you nor me.
Bringing our Hillbilly Clowns
Out of the fringe

We will put on a show that
Will make your nose hairs Cringe,
No Show On Earth will
Match Our Disgrace!

We will get your Goat
and tie him on a post
on our parade float.
and let him eat Sod Grass
as bye you we wave past.

One of our Clowns
is Likely to know
The name of the Cow
Who's Poo is on your face right now.

What Color was it? you Say.
Was it red?
Was it Tan?
Was it Black?
Was it white?
Was it Yellow?
Was it Green?

I Riddle you this?
I Cant answer a fella.
Right Here.
Not now.
Be he flying a kite.
Be it day,
Or be it night.

Be he Red.
or Tan.
Or Black.
Or White.

The Answer itself.
Is Not debatable
As I wave it Like a wand.
My Hammer is Inflatable.
I touch it to your Brow....
Moo! Now.... Now....
The Language.....
The form....
The Answer....
Becomes You...
Brown Cow....

Written By Stephanie Mellisa Kievaughan