He Smiled

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I lost my parents at the fair.
I turned around and they weren’t there.
My anxious gaze met the stare,
     Of a large and smiling clown.
His clothes were white with polka dots.
His ears were large like cooking pots.
His wild hair was full of knots,
      And his eyes were green and brown.

I did not ask for assistance.
I gave in to his persistence.
I followed with no resistance,
      And the clown grinned all the while.
If I had known, I would have fled,
But I blindly followed where he led.
It’s no use now since I’m dead.
      My last thought was of his smile.