I think it was Jack who wrote about clowns in his blog recently. I looked for this poem and just now found it for Jack and Sherry. I know there are people who are afraid of clowns, not only children, but grown people. I like them, even have a picture of a clown and a clown vase in my laundry room.
Who tickles our funny bone, makes us giggle. Makes us jump up and down and even wiggle.
Who has unmatched clothes so very bright, oversized shoes that don't fit quite right.
Big red circles puffing their cheeks, toys in their pockets to pull out and squeak.
Suspenders holding up their baggy pants, as all around the people they sing and dance.
Unruly hair sticking out from under a silly hat, they sneak up from behind to give your shoulder a pat.
They can pull a trick as quick as a flash, then to the next person they will make a dash.
Up and down a parade route they tease and skip, if people think they are silly they don't give a flip.
A circus can be their job, no nine to five, so bring out the children the clowns are about to arrive.