The creepy clown
(which is frequently
but to be fair
not always
a redundant term)
dressed in white overalls
white gloves
and red shoes
with the characteristic curly hair
and painted face
previously spotted in South Carolina
using candy as bait
to attempt to lure kids
into the woods
has arrived in the city of Winston-Salem
in this poet's home state
of North Carolina.
And since the only thing
that can stop a clown
is another clown
Donald Trump knows
what he needs to do.
This poem © 2016 Emily Cooper.
