Bloody clowns.

Still finding the little bastards everywhere.

Found the last 2 this morning, one in my underwear
drawer curled up with a bottle of vodka.
The other jumped out at me from inside my wardrobe
(Jesus I nearly shat myself).

So I grabbed them both by the scruff of their ruffs,
the one in the wardrobe was entirely naked
apart from his ruff and my lipstick.

And put them in a sack.
I know. A sack.
What kind of woman puts 2 tiny clowns
(one almost stark bollock naked) in a sack?

Then drove to the funpark,
And threw them over the wall.

I 'm sure I heard some bones break.

Never again.

Incidently, not all the bits on tiny clowns are tiny.