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
Copyright © Peter Lewis Holmes | Year Posted 2015
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