Circus Peek
You wonder how my day was spent?
I snuck into a circus tent;
to take a peek was my intent.
I'm glad I went, I'm glad I went.
A mustached girl from Bogata
looked like my uncle's mom-in-law,
her body though contained no flaw -
not that I saw, not that I saw.
A guy I saw was so tattooed
such artistry I'd never viewed
he liked women I would conclude,
most of them nude, most of them nude.
The strong man lifted heavy weights
A juggler tossed up clubs and plates.
By dallying I tempt the fates
cus mommy waits, cus mommy waits.
June 12, 2015
Copyright © Lawrence Eberhart | Year Posted 2015
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