The Creepy Clown Called Fred
Here is another poem from the very talented Tracey Curtis, about her childhood memories of a creepy clown called Fred …
THE CREEPY CLOWN CALLED FRED
Last night I watched a movie
And it scared me half to death
The movie was about a clown
And I couldn’t catch my breath
As the movie brought back memories
From when I was a kid
As my brother kept a clown back then
In a shoe box with a lid
So here’s a little story
About a clown who’s name was Fred
The clown belonged to Robert
And he kept it by his bed
The clown was really scary
It was dressed in red and green
Its face was really creepy
The worst I’d ever seen
It’s eyes were kind of amber
And its face was painted white
Its mouth was smiling widely
Which was tilted to the right
It’s nose was red it’s lips were red
Its eyebrows were all black
With frown lines right across its brow
It sent shivers down my back
It’s hair was thick and orange
And quite wiry to the touch
It had a pull string on it’s back
But it wasn’t used that much
Once my brother pulled the string
To show me what it did
I Nearly screamed the place down
As I was just a kid
At first it started laughing
And then it’s head spun round
Then its arms moved up and down
And made a grinding sound
I think I almost wet myself
As I ran out of the door
I ran down stairs into the shed
And hid behind a draw
My brother came and found me
He thought it was quite funny”
He said “don’t be so silly sis
It’s nothing but a dummy”
As I wiped away my tears
With my sleeve upon my arm
My brother said “don’t worry sis
He can’t do you no harm
Come with me and you will see
It’s nothing but a dummy
But as your just a little kid
I guess it’s not so funny
He held my hand and off we went
Up to the second floor
But as we got close to his room
I could see It through the door
It looked so very creepy
As it sat there on the bed
Staring though it’s amber eyes
In it’s white cold painted head
My brother said “So what’s wrong now?
Why won’t you come inside
And take your jumper off your head
There’s no need for you to hide
It’s just a circus clown sis
It’s a dummy nothing more
So don’t be silly come on in
Don’t stand there by the door
I walked on in quite slowly
As I was being cautious
My legs had turned to jelly
And I was feeling rather nauseous
The clown just sat there staring
As I walked up to the bed
I reached out with my hand
And tapped it on the head
The clown just started laughing
And my brother’s out the door
It’s head it started spinning
Then it fell upon the floor
It’s arms were moving up and down
I was screaming for my brother
I heard him running up the stairs
Followed by my mother
They ran into the bedroom
And I jumped up on the bed
My brother ran up to the clown
And grabbed it by it’s head
As Robert held it in his hands
It’s body span around
It’s arms were going frantic
You could hear the grinding sound
My brother shouted “Get the box
And don’t forget the lid
But I was frozen to the spot
As I was just a kid
When my Mother got the shoe box
The clown just seamed to stop
They put it in and taped it up
And took it to the shop
My mother told the story
And she got her money back
The guy said “it was a faulty
That it’s power box had a crack
He put it in the rejected bin
Then he said “I think your lucky
you could have had that Evil doll
You know, the one they’re calling Chucky
So there you go and that is why
I couldn’t catch my breath
Sat here watching films last night
That scared me half to death
If you should ever get a clown
Just check it’s names not Fred
As it might just move and start to laugh
And it might just spin it’s head
© Written by ….. TRACEY CURTIS…..8\6\14
Tracey Curtis
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