Snow Circus
Snow Circus
Dust me down
To be icing sugar clown
With my nose so red
And banana skin frown
Inappropriate shoes
Or the grip I could lose
Mean a fall from grace is
Like pie to the face
Though the painted smile
Only lasts for a while;
When the crowds disperse
There'll be bruises to nurse
For the mad fun and laughter
Of each Ring Master chapter..
Just accept them with no fuss.
Life is sometimes a circus.
Jinjagoliath
23rd January 2021
Copyright © Christopher Grieves | Year Posted 2021
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