Igor had gone to a garage sale
To find a box for his immense mail
When he saw something that was extremely weird
It was a small portrait of a person, and they had one eye and a huge beard

The frame was minute and a very dark brown
And the picture was of a smiling clown
But as Igor strode purposefully by
He could’ve sworn the clown followed him with its eye

He didn’t like anything, so he biked home
He happened to pass a neighbour’s garden gnome
He didn’t think anything of it and biked on
But when he looked back, it was gone

He went to his house to go to sleep
But as he prepared his bed, he saw something creep
Across the brown, carpet floor
And it seemed to enter into his bedroom door

Igor got into bed and tried to sleep
But he couldn’t sleep that deep
And every time he tried to dream
He would see the clown and wake up to scream

He was seeing the clown everywhere
The clown with the nightmarish stare
Igor fell onto the floor, breathing hard
But the room seemed to be set ablaze and charred

Igor couldn’t feel anything anymore
The heat was building up more and more
And every time he’d see a flame
It would look like the portrait’s frame

Igor felt the temperature, a billion degrees
But it was normal room temperature, and at ease
Igor was slowly going crazy
And the clown seemed to be acting bored and lazy

Its smile seemed to be taunting
Its eye appeared to Igor mocking
The clown was being very frightening
And to Igor it was tormenting

The clown started walking with a swagger
And to Igor every second felt like an hour
It reached where he was on the floor
And Igor to his mother he called for

The clown was supremely unconcerned
As the floor around them just burned
And the clown opened it mouth, its tongue blue
And it shouted, “BOO!”

The next day his parents entered Igor’s room
As they opened the door, smoke came out as a plume
They found Igor unable to articulate, shell-shocked and weak
The parents thought he’d just had a nightmare and so couldn’t speak

After a while, Igor became normal
He thought he had a dream that was just abnormal
Unbeknownst to him, the portrait did lie
With its hateful one eye