Beebo, The Angry Clown

Photo by Huub Keulers

Beebo was an angry clown

Life had not been kind to Beebo-

His father was an alcoholic

His mother, neglectful

Neither of them showed the slightest parental pride when

Beebo was named “Class Clown.”

“Sophie Bloom’s daughter was valedictorian,” his mother carped

His father complained, “Don Reynold’s kid at least got ‘Hardest Worker.’

What do we get? Class Clown.”

“We’re not laughing,” they said.

 They just didn’t recognize Beebo’s talent

Or see his potential.

Nonetheless, Beebo enrolled in clown college

He passed face painting with flying colors

And juggled like gravity didn’t exist

But ballooning was a disaster!

Beebo could not manipulate those damn balloons-

He felt like a gorilla trying to sculpt the David.

 

At a 5 year-old‘s party

Beebo constructed 2-legged dogs that made the children weep

And presented the birthday girl with a balloon tiara

Topped with what resembled an erect phallus

He was promptly expelled from clown college.

Beebo again felt misunderstood and rejected

He was without diploma, without job, without money

He was an angry clown.

There is nothing scarier than an angry clown

Except possibly an angry clown with a gun

This was the position in which Beebo found himself

As he strode into the First Community Bank

With a gun, a red nose, and oversized shoes.

He pointed his gun at a young teller

Who immediately burst into raucous laughter

Beebo became even angrier

He aimed the gun just above the teller’s head

To fire a warning shot

It was more like a warning ‘pop’

As a small white flag flapped from the gun’s muzzle

With the word ‘BANG’ written upon it.

The entire bank was in an hilarious uproar now

Beebo didn’t know whether to feel honored or humiliated

He chose honored

Beebo gave a contrived clumsy bow

And left the bank as the people applauded

Beebo was still a misunderstood

Unemployed

Broke

Clown

But not quite as angry.

submitted for Imaginary Garden With Real Toads, Bring In the Clowns