Arnold arrived sometime midday,
And he expected a town fine-tuned and gay.
Village fetes and parades, perhaps,
But nothing remote and grey.
He was let down.
In for a sordid surprise.
On the outskirts of the town
Were a million circus clowns.
"Come and play with us, and dance the night away!"
They yelped with a goofy demeanour.
Arnold could not have said anything meaner,
When he demanded they went away.
Let's say it was the last straw.
Arnold's mouth was his biggest flaw.
Crucified inside a wooden frame,
The shape of a man but without a brain.
He became engulfed whilst begging for mercy
But His maker enjoyed him writhing in pain.
The flames invaded the night sky,
As did the thought of his charred flesh.
The clowns on the outskirts did laugh but not cry;
"Ha! That city-folk deserved to die!"