The Legend of Clara

The legend of Clara
as told by a pair of
maladjusted clowns

In face painted white
a true child's fright
who recently were making the rounds
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The circus went dark
and the animals were parked
one night as we happened by

Two figures appeared
as we squinted and leered
one laughed while the other one cried
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Introductions arranged
a little seltzer exchanged
as they tumbled about their trailer

We had heard of these two
of both Jocko and Bloo
as clowns, the pinnicle of failure
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Yet on our invitation
with clown contemplation
they agreed to meet up to tell

Of Clara the queen
a legend supreme
and her slow descent into hell
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We met up in the park
long after dark
and waited there for our guests

They arrived in full gear
wigs, make up and beer
shaving cream accented their breasts
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"So is it all true?"
I blankly asked Bloo
"Was the story of Clara for real?"

Bloo looked right at Jocko
who had just finished a taco
and started with "Ok, here's the deal.."
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"Clara was born
with a unicorn horn
in the summer of sixty three"

"She could read peoples thoughts
while escaping from knots
all the time being submerged in tea"
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"She could levitate cows
with stolen hotel towels
by waving them to and fro"

"And when they came down
would purposely crush a poor clown
which was always the hit of the show."
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"She was the greatest attraction
and brought satisfaction
to royalty and commoners alike"

"But the horn on her head
would occasionally turn red
and that's when her fame took a strike"
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"Her tricks became cruel
causing harm to some fool
until one night it all came to a head"

"She had ignited a horse
through sheer mental force
and thats when her unicorn horn bled"
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"With a shreik and a stir"
a voice had occurred
it was menacing loud and deep"

"'Clara' it said
'It is you that is dead
and it's time for the reaper to reap'"
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"A hush fell over the crowd
but the voice remained loud
as Clara began to convulse"

"You never were born
as that unicorn horn
directly severed your pulse"
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"Clara lit up bright green
started splitting at the seam
and shouted her famous last quote"

" 'History shall honor
this psychic horned bomber
as the legend of Clara LeBeau' "
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" 'Everytime a cow flies
or a flaming horse dies
or a clown gets crushed like a grape' "

" 'These everyday events
under all circus tents
shall be where my legacy will drape' "
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"With a deep demon chuckle
Clara fell forth and buckled
and dissipated in a red cloud of smoke"

"And those are the facts
how the world's greatest act
became the legend of Clara LeBeau"
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We got up and walked
though they continued to talk
not realizing that we had moved on

We asked ourselves then
if we could believe such a spin
or if it was all just a con
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We weren't at all sure
about what we had just heard
and continued to mull it around

We concluded at end
not to believe our new friends
after all they're just effin clowns

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The End

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