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
Copyright © Lifes' Tapestry | Year Posted 2018
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