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The Day the Circus Came To Town

As I looked out of my window across the village green, Who could ever imagine the sight that was to be seen? The circus came to town today, filled with love and pride, All the children ran to see it, no-one tried to hide. The elephants were standing there, holding each others tail, The lions and the tigers look like they were all in jail. The clowns with painted faces, smiling and falling about, Roll up, roll up, tonight the night, the ringmaster was heard to shout. We bought our ice cream and hot dogs and went to find our seat, Excited as the lights went down, we clapped hands and stamped our feet. First came the lion tamer, he cracked his whip and held a chair, I watched as he made them sit then stand, ran his finger through his hair. Next up was the trapeze act, flying so high off the ground, Leaping through the air, twisting and turning around. The sea lions playing with beach balls and honking on the horns, Monkeys having a tea party, eating cake and messing up the lawns. The elephants enter next, up roaring with their trunks, They stagger across the floor like some giant drunks. They stand on hind legs gracefully and swoon and take a bow, We stare at them in awe and respect; they look like a grey cow. Then the high wire act walks on a rope suspended 50 foot in the air, We gasp and close our eyes but we just have to stand and stare. A man is fired from a cannon, landing on the other side in a net, We knew he’s done this lots of times, they haven’t missed him yet. The clowns arrive in a funny car exploding in clouds of smoke, We laugh at them with buckets of water, what a funny joke. The custard pies fly everywhere; we have to make sure we duck, If we keep our eyes open, they’ll miss us with any luck. So now it’s nearly over, the grand finale comes to an end, We all stand up and clap and cheer and shout for our new friend. Time to gather our belongings and head out of the big top, Sawdust memories, tigers and lions roar, we really had the lot.

Copyright © | Year Posted 2008




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