Three Ring Circus

He'd fly through the air with the greatest of ease A daring young man on the flying Trapeze His movements were graceful, all girls he could please And my love he purloined away The Daring Young Man on the Flying Trapeze by George Leybourne THREE RING CIRCUS The clown wouldn’t smile, not for a million dollars or a cent. Those lips, though painted on, were stuck like cement. Lips curved down to his chin, someone’s jealous of him. The upstart performer used permanent marker, broad not slim. Then the perpetrator named both the clown’s cheeks. And the tears that ran down were not eye socket leaks. “This is not funny!” he said as his horn bellowed a laugh. “Stop clowning around behind my back! I’ll write your epitaph…” The trapeze artist yelled down below, “You’ll have to catch Me first!” “Why you…” yelled the clown. The net, he’d snatch And the ladder too, then he’d shake the snake out of his tree. Poor clown, the magician had it in for him too. You see She had a trick up her sleeve. She had constructed a plan To move the frown up the pole and let down her man. She let down her man so hard, he left a hole in her heart. Now she’s clowning around with her new trapeze counterpart. 11/30/2021