Judge never.
Forgive always.
Give quickly.
Take slowly.
Laugh daily.
Love ferociously.
Live freely.

mariah-carie

seven simple shortcuts to serenity.

Jun 6, 2026

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billy-joe-clown

Billy Joe Clown walked down the street.
Looking for a good treat to eat.

Billy Joe Clown walked all around.  
Not a single good treat, Billy Joe felt down.

But out of nowhere, came, something nice, and good.
Jeffrey Joe Child, a treat, eat it he absolutely should.

So Billy Joe Clown swooped right to the scene.
And tried his best, not to look mean.

Eyes open wide, he came to the peasant.
&#8220;Would you like a present? 

Or a great big surprise?
Something served with fries?&#8221;

 Billy Joe Clown said, as he smiled so wide.
&#8220;Why yes I would,&#8221; said the good child, who had nothing to hide.

And so with the quickness of a cat or a bear.
Billy Joe Clown took out a cleaver.

But the child didn&#8217;t care, so to his surprise.
He chopped up poor Jeffrey. And ate him with a Big Mac burger and fries.

Oh such a demise. 
Oh such a surprise.

So if in the future, your a peasant or a pheasant.
And you hear these Clown words, &#8220;Do you want present?

Or a great big surprise?&#8221;
Run like the wind, before Joe chops you to size.

Cause he&#8217;s always out there and he&#8217;s never to die.
Chopping up children, and eating his fries.

Perhaps he&#8217;s out there right now,
Don&#8217;t ask me how.

Perhaps he&#8217;s spying on you.
Looks like Honey Boo Boo.

It wouldn&#8217;t be a surprise, to me or you.
For Jeffrey Joe Child read this poem, too.

ca-guilfoyle

mike-hauser