This is called, "Bozo Sapphics".
And it's in seven parts but brief parts.
"Bozo Sapphics".
"Bozo, Toe to Toe.
Tilt the glass: the terrorist turns to freedom fighter.
Likewise, clowns in the funhouse mirror stand as kings.
Self-interested theories on which Bozo calls bullshit.
Bozo's Imbroglio.
Showmen, offered tenderness, tend to take it.
Husbands know this.
Tickle a clown: does he not laugh?
Then why subpoena him, why inflict more pricks
on this Bozo?
Bozo, Woe.
Bozo's six apologies, five excuses, four rebuffs,
and three switcheroos are met by two deaf ears.
Behaviorists gather, call this first-order clowning.
Rebozos.
Scarves, of ample length, that are brightly dyed and chiefly
worn by Mexican women.
Not a further bozo.
Not an attempt at cloning.
Shudder to think it.
Bozo, Quid Pro Quo.
Names, he knows.
Our Bozo can cough up names till cows croak.
Ask for names in return, however... same old, same old:
'Bundle' in Old High German, 'Big Mouth' in Latin.
Bozo Utters a Bon Mot.
Asked about increasingly vitriolic spats regarding
Comedy's tragic center, Bozo cries
'ridiculous quibberdicking!
Ha ha ha.' Weeping.
Bozo, Incognito.
He's the older guy in the hat.
Or wait, the tap instructor, cane and corsage,
about to pay his tab.
Or bartender Joe.
Good Jesus!
Everywhere: Bozo."
Read the poem a few years ago at the Seattle City Council
Chambers and they don't like it.