At the Circus
Acrobats and jugglers,
Trapeze, tightrope, hoops.
Horses running ‘round the ring,
Both singly and in groups.
Clowns and lithe contortionists,
Music from the band.
Dogs that climb and leap and prance,
All upon command.
Nothing’s changed in all these years –
It’s still a simple show,
Just like baseball used to be
So many years ago.
Circuses don’t need the flash
Of neon-techno-glitz.
When that happens, I, for one,
Will have to call it quits.
‘Til that day, I’ll ooh and ahh
At walkers on the wire.
A wooden bench, a canvas tent
Is all that I require.
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