Lifes' Tapestry Poet Rhyme

Something New

The aerobat’s of trapeze
Cordially sneeze
The pants off the underlings
As they fly through the air.

Caught in a web of disaster
Aero “nought” tricks yet to master
They bound and fly and drop….
Without a care

Scratched and bruised 
Stumble on truths
Useless is their demise
They stare

Turning in folly 
Their balance on poley
Captures them by surprise
A prayer 

As they excel in the straight line
Avoid falling on their behind
Poised all for-lorn 
They are there

24/10/2018

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Chris Green October 23, 2018 at 11:43 AM Ha, very creative but that first stanza gave me pause as I pictured a trapeze sneezing the pants off of the aerobat as we are all looking upward. Hmmm, could have done without that picture. : ) Nicely done.