(This is a fictional poem) br br At my son's birthday party I whooped a clown. br One punch was all it took to send that bastard down. br That clown made a pass at my wife right in front of my son. br After I knocked him down, I blew his balls off with my gun. br As they put him in the ambulance, I heard him moan. br Now he walks and talks like a woman because he has no testosterone.