Poetry by Chris P.

Circus

Welcome friends and family
To the circus “of my life”
We have monkeys, we have have dogs
Watch your wallets, mind your hearts

Our dancers are beautiful and cunning
The decoration’s fake but stunning

Our tent might leak
The rods are brittle
This is not a time to fickle

Everything is running loose
But we make it look quite smooth

The director left 4 years ago
The clowns now run the show

But dear guests, worry not
We run the furnace nice and hot
We’ll burn the place down to the ground
We are homeward bound

June 2025