The Circus

To, every month, the circus, I wished I would go,
Now that I can, my dreams that were so,
To see the decorated elephants walk in a line,
To see the clown tiptoe because they drank all the wine;
To see the acrobats perform the trapeze,
To see them walk the tight rope with ease;
To see the ringmaster, who plans all these shows,
And to see all of these in the front most rows.

I went to the big top, all excited with glee,
Bought my popcorn and sat in to see;
The first show, taming the lions, amazing I must say;
And I did not budge from my seat till the end of the day.
Then came the main attraction, the acrobats,
Performing the trapeze and the tight rope acts.
If would be performed together, just for the fun,
And I thought, “Could it be done?”

Just as they started, something else began.
The walker lost his balance and so did the trapeze,
They fell into the net, not in true safety.
His pole tipped off the ring of fire,
It fell into the net, a situation so dire,
That one of the elephants, in his rage,
Stomped the people in his cage,
Ran away from the net,
Saving himself from the threat.
Those beautiful people and the clowns,
Burned or died by the elephants pounds;
And me, I tore the crowd like a knife,
And the burning circus was out of my life.

Now you know, my dear, why I do not,
Go to the circus and will not,
Let you go.
But if you insist, you may so!
I may have finished the story faster,
But I forgot about the ring master.
The ringmaster, well he committed suicide.
Just because he left the tight rope string untied.