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Clowns


I don't know why kids run away from him, My friends and I thought of him to be funny. The redness of his hair, the paint on his face, so tell me whats not humorous about that. A big round suit full of rainbow colors, Balloons in the shapes of animals and flowers. One thing that's noticeable about most clowns: It's their gigantic red noses. I have a friend who portrays all these characteristics, And he goes by the name of Fuzzy McBuzzy.
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