The Acrobat
Workel walked a wiggly wire
Strung between two church spire,
A crowd had gathered underneath,
To see this stunt beyond belief.
Starting out with his balance pole
He suddenly heard the church-bell toll,
This very loud ringing noise
Made poor Workel lose his poise.
He lost his balance, down he come,
Flying past a bell-ringing nun,
Luckily there was no slaughter,
He landed in a pond of holy water.
Copyright © John Williams | Year Posted 2015
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