It

Would you like a balloon, my dear?
Come closer, lots to see
Don’t be scared, don’t shed a tear
Explore the underworld with me

Come closer, lots to see
Your parents won’t be mad at you
Explore the underworld with me
There’s nothing else round here to do

Your parents won’t be mad at you
Come see my sewer circus
There’s nothing else round here to do
No one down here can hurt us

Come see my sewer circus
Just a bit closer, that’s right
No one down here can hurt us
Let’s play up an appetite

Just a bit closer, that’s right
Now I’ve got you by the arm
Let’s play up an appetite
You’ll love my skeleton farm

Now I’ve got you by the arm
Don’t be scared, don’t shed a tear
You’ll love my skeleton farm
Would you like a balloon, my dear?

photo by Wilson Vitorino, Pexels

Form: Pantoum

Written for W3 Wea’ve Written Weekly

The other day, I heard a man on the street say to his young daughter, “That movie made my entire generation afraid of clowns,” and instantly knew which movie he was referring to.