Circus

CIRCUS? It wasn’t a sparkling circus, or even a good kind of show; It was in the hot dusty countryside, and lacked entertainment, or any kind of glow, mothers with their children, dads with furrowed brow The first act was a pop singer, oh how I wished he’d go, next came a flaming fire-eater, who also swallowed swords, drawing children from their playing, with gasps and mighty OH’s! Then came a pair aged fifty-five, who argued about life, and fell and slapped about the stage, a warring man and wife But the sand and flies, and micro-chair made it all too much; I felt I’d wasted money, on this “circus”, called as such So me, my wife and strapping son, in to the night then gone And thus we tell the dreary tale, of the circus that never shone