The Warning Label:

A clown followed me home today

He followed me into the house

Hiding beneath the cellar stairs

He was as quiet as a mouse

My mother didn’t notice,

The squeaking of his shoes

As he tiptoed up the stairs

Up to me

Alone in my room…

I’m sure they heard the screaming

My parents must have smelled the blood

Heard the crack of bones that were breaking

Smelled the hair singed to well done

But neither of them came running

No pounding footsteps on the stairs

Father calmly turned his newspaper

At the T.V. my mother stared

*sigh*

“Should we help him?” my father wondered

“Would it matter?” my mother replied

“He ignored the warning label, on the door so plainly in sight

It’s his fault if he doesn’t come out of our daughter’s room alive.”