Biography: THE CLOWNS!!

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My mother and I were picking my sister up from school,

Little did I know but what happened next would be quite cruel.

I was running with ice cream and I tumbled.
Then, my ice cream cone crumbled.

My mom saw me crying and comforted me.

She said, "I'm sorry you lost your ice cream I will buy you three."

As she got closer she made a discovery.

That I was in for a long recovery.

For in that tumble I lost most of my skin,

And my mom is bad with blood, so she was in a tailspin.

My mom was trying to stay conscious of the best of her ability.

Both of us were greatly suffering from our fragility.

She succeeded in getting me to a restroom.

This was the place of my real doom.

I was terrified of clowns, as a three-year-old.

If only I had known what would unfold.

The restroom was packed with my fears.

They surrounded me and caused many tears.

I was screaming from pain and terror.

The clowns were unaware of their error.

Note: I chose this story because it is funny. I have been writing all my stories in rhyme so why stop now?

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