I hate clowns ever since watching Stephen King's 'IT'.

The circus is in town this week with its eccentric characters, serving different ring masters.

Need an escape route. Somebody kidnap me. Whisk me away. Far, far away to Never-Never Land. Sigh, like it's possible at this point in time. Even if I were given wings to Paris. The stage is already set. And I'm tied to the chains that bind me workwise.

All the world is a stage,
And all the men and women merely players.
They have their exits and entrances; each man in his time plays many parts.

Clowns are magni-freaks. And I'm the dancing monkey.