Content Announcement: Horror movie (the movie It), razor blade mention, knife mention, cannibalism implied, clowns, crying mention
A Pennywise Poem:
It, or Pennywise the clown doesn't make children smile but makes them frown Lives in the sewers down, way down
They call him the dancing clown.
In Derry, Maine the town
His teeth are so sharp like razor blades
Makes little children quite afraid.
Pennywise, oh Pennywise
Just a glance at you makes children cry
And when he lunges out to feast,
He pulls you into the sewer, down, way deep. But do not worry, do not have fear,
For all tasty children float down here...
A/N I hope you enjoyed that one, eerie poems are some of my favorite to write, though most of mine aren't spooky in that sense, more of a questioning things scary, you know? Anyways, until next time, Ev
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