Have you heard much about the Hunting Clown?
Falsiloquence falls silken from his lips:
Misleading speech and sly deceit abound
While Joker cards fly from his fingertips.
His every choice affronts propriety —
Outré attire and face in garish hues.
But blood is his most prime propensity,
With crimsons oft adorning his heeled shoes.
He thrives amidst the thick of battlefield,
His fists desiring contact with your skin.
A gummy substance is what he will wield
To render helpless all who wander in.
Refrain from drawing in the Jester's eyes
For doing so assures your swift demise.