Through towns and through cities
he roams with his crew
At one time or another
they were likely near you
White face and red nose and
green hair and wide eyes
the clown they call Bob
and his three loyal guys.
His brutal lieutenant
Contortionist Clive
Just a baby in a basket
and barely alive
Taken in by a couple
two elderly folk
She smelled sweetly of marzipan
He of pipe smoke
They cleaned him and fed him
like he was their own
they schooled him and loved him
and gave him a home
And fed well by their kindness
Clive grew tall and grew strong
but on his seventeenth birthday
things went horribly wrong
You see Clive became spoilt
and expected a gift
of a trip to the circus
it was this caused the rift
for his mother believed
that the circus was cruel
and he would not be going
it was her only rule
Clives face grew all twisted
his eyes shone in the light
of the candles lit specially
to mark this dark night.
When the neighbours were asked
by police what they'd heard,
though many were too scared
to utter a word,
A picture emerged of the
untimely demise
of a Mr and Mrs with
old kindly eyes.
A Rumble
A Tumble
A Stumble
A Fall....
A Crashing
A Smashing
and Dashing
down halls....
A scream that turned into
a horrible cackle
a smell of smoke, orange glow from the window,
crackle.
In the cold light of day
there was no sign of clive
though firemen struggled
to believe him alive
For the windows and doors
had all been locked tight
on the night Clive went mad
burned his house, and took flight.
I've developed a theory
of just what went on
given the profession
into which he would spawn.
You see one window WAS open
the one in the loo
though too small for a man
big as Clive to fit through.
But we know Clive is
somewhat of a twister
a slippery sleeked
and devious mister
and feeling the heat
of the flames on his rear
he achieved the impossible
and squeezed himself clear.
And somewhere down the line
Clive met a clown, name of BOB.
More of him later
For now, back to his mob.
The next of the gang,
this stays between me and you,
is a curious chap
who they call Mr. Glue,
At seven feet tall
and massively thin,
since birth Mr. Glue
could stick things to his skin.
As one might expect
this caused him some issues
when eating a biscuit
or passing some tissues
or using a toothbrush
or driving his van,
and all this made Glue
quite a miserable man.
So one day he started
inventing a suit
to cover his body
glue head to glue foot
with holes made for each
of his glue fingertips
for these were the parts
that helped him to grip
onto walls and to ceilings
and drainpipes and sills
for climbing on rooftops
and acrobat skills
so he wasn't so miserable
all of the time
he was happiest most
on a difficult climb.
He climbed mountains and towers
and buildings and people
he perched on the point
of the worlds tallest steeple
and spending hours and hours
perched high above town
he began to dislike
the thought of coming down.
So he stuck a large tent to the small of his back
and climbed a tall building and didn't look back
and knew in his head he would never be back
with the people who lived down below.
and one tent soon grew into three and then four
and one level grew into five and then more
and soon Mr. Glue was in need of more floor
for his tent house on top of a building.
And he looked to the building across from his home
and had an idea, that with wood and with foam
and with glue from his hands he could easily roam
quite safely, between the two towers.
As this castle emerged high up in the sky
the people below couldn't understand why
and their fear and confusion turned into a cry
that sent chills to the heart of tent kingdom
And Glue could but watch as they gathered below
and the flames of their torches burned bright through the snow
and as ladders emerged, though so very slow,
the people were coming to see him.
Mr Glue cried out, and begged them to stop
No use, they said, we're coming up to the top
and there in the crowd, Mr Glue saw his Pop
and the good Mr. Glue's heart was blackened.
What happened next
I saw for myself
from my car parked
down in the street.
And the crowd
in a panic
ran wildly around
as tents fell and crashed at their feet.
Mr glue was destroying
his heavenly home
piece by piece
tossed it into the depths
by the moon silhouetted
he raised his arms high
and in the snow,
Mr Glue wept.
And then the enormous seven foot frame
took several steps back, crouched down and took aim
and building by building, his heart full of pain
he disappeared into the darkness.
and wandering countryside, village and town
Mr Glue could find nothing to upend his frown
then one summers day, he bumped into a clown
and Mr. Glues life changed forever.
To be continued.....
Mar 13, 2011
Mar 13, 2011 at 12:17 PM UTC
Through towns and through cities
he roams with his crew
At one time or another
they were likely near you
White face and red nose and
green hair and wide eyes
the clown they call Bob
and his three loyal guys.
His brutal lieutenant
Contortionist Clive
Just a baby in a basket
and barely alive
Taken in by a couple
two elderly folk
She smelled sweetly of marzipan
He of pipe smoke
They cleaned him and fed him
like he was their own
they schooled him and loved him
and gave him a home
And fed well by their kindness
Clive grew tall and grew strong
but on his seventeenth birthday
things went horribly wrong
You see Clive became spoilt
and expected a gift
of a trip to the circus
it was this caused the rift
for his mother believed
that the circus was cruel
and he would not be going
it was her only rule
Clives face grew all twisted
his eyes shone in the light
of the candles lit specially
to mark this dark night.
When the neighbours were asked
by police what they'd heard,
though many were too scared
to utter a word,
A picture emerged of the
untimely demise
of a Mr and Mrs with
old kindly eyes.
A Rumble
A Tumble
A Stumble
A Fall....
A Crashing
A Smashing
and Dashing
down halls....
A scream that turned into
a horrible cackle
a smell of smoke, orange glow from the window,
crackle.
In the cold light of day
there was no sign of clive
though firemen struggled
to believe him alive
For the windows and doors
had all been locked tight
on the night Clive went mad
burned his house, and took flight.
I've developed a theory
of just what went on
given the profession
into which he would spawn.
You see one window WAS open
the one in the loo
though too small for a man
big as Clive to fit through.
But we know Clive is
somewhat of a twister
a slippery sleeked
and devious mister
and feeling the heat
of the flames on his rear
he achieved the impossible
and squeezed himself clear.
And somewhere down the line
Clive met a clown, name of BOB.
More of him later
For now, back to his mob.
The next of the gang,
this stays between me and you,
is a curious chap
who they call Mr. Glue,
At seven feet tall
and massively thin,
since birth Mr. Glue
could stick things to his skin.
As one might expect
this caused him some issues
when eating a biscuit
or passing some tissues
or using a toothbrush
or driving his van,
and all this made Glue
quite a miserable man.
So one day he started
inventing a suit
to cover his body
glue head to glue foot
with holes made for each
of his glue fingertips
for these were the parts
that helped him to grip
onto walls and to ceilings
and drainpipes and sills
for climbing on rooftops
and acrobat skills
so he wasn't so miserable
all of the time
he was happiest most
on a difficult climb.
He climbed mountains and towers
and buildings and people
he perched on the point
of the worlds tallest steeple
and spending hours and hours
perched high above town
he began to dislike
the thought of coming down.
So he stuck a large tent to the small of his back
and climbed a tall building and didn't look back
and knew in his head he would never be back
with the people who lived down below.
and one tent soon grew into three and then four
and one level grew into five and then more
and soon Mr. Glue was in need of more floor
for his tent house on top of a building.
And he looked to the building across from his home
and had an idea, that with wood and with foam
and with glue from his hands he could easily roam
quite safely, between the two towers.
As this castle emerged high up in the sky
the people below couldn't understand why
and their fear and confusion turned into a cry
that sent chills to the heart of tent kingdom
And Glue could but watch as they gathered below
and the flames of their torches burned bright through the snow
and as ladders emerged, though so very slow,
the people were coming to see him.
Mr Glue cried out, and begged them to stop
No use, they said, we're coming up to the top
and there in the crowd, Mr Glue saw his Pop
and the good Mr. Glue's heart was blackened.
What happened next
I saw for myself
from my car parked
down in the street.
And the crowd
in a panic
ran wildly around
as tents fell and crashed at their feet.
Mr glue was destroying
his heavenly home
piece by piece
tossed it into the depths
by the moon silhouetted
he raised his arms high
and in the snow,
Mr Glue wept.
And then the enormous seven foot frame
took several steps back, crouched down and took aim
and building by building, his heart full of pain
he disappeared into the darkness.
and wandering countryside, village and town
Mr Glue could find nothing to upend his frown
then one summers day, he bumped into a clown
and Mr. Glues life changed forever.
To be continued.....
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