And now a recitation -
I met a clown who wasn't there
And so I really did not care
At me then he done did glare
Which was much more than I could bear
so I shoved him down some stairs
which caused him loudly then to swear.
I hoped his outfit would not tear,
Or make him look like a squashed pear.
He landed on a dappled mare
That odd clown who wasn't there
and now he's gone, I know not where
I remember it well. The reason I was afraid of clowns is because of their perpetual smile. The only people who wore smiles like that were either insane, intoxicated, or both.
I grew up loving clowns and have always resented their vilification.