(This is a fictional poem) <br /> <br />At my son's birthday party I whooped a clown. <br />One punch was all it took to send that bastard down. <br />That clown made a pass at my wife right in front of my son. <br />After I knocked him down, I blew his balls off with my gun. <br />As they put him in the ambulance, I heard him moan. <br />Now he walks and talks like a woman because he has no testosterone.<br /><br />Randy Johnson<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/that-damn-clown/
