You've seen me at the circus
In front of adoring fans
With plates on top of pointy sticks
I spin them with my hands.
I have a whole row of them
Up to sixteen at a time
I even wear a blindfold
You've seen nothing of the kind.
I'm not really a performer
In the circus or the stage
But I perform at your local court house
Where my kid's future is being played.
We all have our parts to play
In this strange game of charades
But fathers have to work twice as hard
For their image to be maintained.
"Children need their mothers
She knows what's best", they say
But fathers have to prove their worth
Every step of the way.
Sometimes there is justice
Sometimes the judges see
That the best interest of the child
Goes beyond you and me.
Children are so vulnerable
In this dancing tug of war
So fathers keep your wits about you
Don't fight to settle a score.
Your children truly need you
In this time of change and strife
Remember you're their father
No one can take away that right.
So spin your plates if you must
And keep your anger in
Play their little games for a while
Pray that your children win.
Pray that your children win.
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Peeling columns stand~
whispering verdicts of dust
through my cracked windows.
The gavel’s ghost still echoes
in the hollows of our laws.
Today Graham Moore goes to the (royal courts of justice) to get to the truth.? Of
His loss in the seat of Runcorn Cheshire
England..Take note world this is a major
Event..' And can impact western established governments and countrys on this globe..To know more about Grahame look up his podcast titled the
'Full English' All blessings.)
Why can’t he get away from that mirror? Miss Piggy wondered.
He seemed to be fixated on it like a show horse encumbered.
The magic mirror was for her to primp and preen, was it not?
Are you finished there? She asked, her kindest voice a big thought.
Peter turned away and gave her a flash of his prettiest face.
I have to find my shadow, he told her, to show to my grace.
I am your grace, aren’t I? Miss Piggy asked with her prettiest pout.
Just then they were interrupted by Captain Hook’s loudest shout!
Crocodile! Hook screamed with the voice of a shrill girl on speed.
Pan looked out and said “Of course he also brought Sneed.”
She took advantage and began to throw her boa around in the mirror.
“Tell those idiots they are not allowed to barge right in here!”
Peter took her in his arms and gave her a loud smacking friendly kiss.
You will be the death of my adventures, you gorgeous pink miss.
She was pleased, placated, joyful for about six seconds or less.
But then he took over the mirror, ruining her short lived happiness.
Wearing green at full moons height
Singing the song of fairy spite
As faeries dance in a ring
And as they sing their dreadful spell
My head starts to nod,eyes heavy with sleep of the dead
My thoughts filled with the music of hell
I hear the shadows whisper beguiling words
Meant to drop me and take me under
The flames dance high as I watch my fears made real.
So beware the beautiful song of rage on a midnight clear
Sung by creatures fearful
This is the court of death.
"Donald Trump does not pay his bills"
That's a fact that gives us the chills
Our Bankruptcy courts
Could nail up his shorts
But supporters love all the frills!
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