Petes Poetry
Circus clown
So the clown doesn't cry anymore.
S**t himself, but has a reason, purpose, and more.
So at the circus the animals are let out of their cage.
Disciplined and trained, yet the trainer has fits of rage.
So whip the clown and ride the ring leader.
Cut the rope, the trapeize artist, we don't need her.
Tame the crowd, as it roars in excitement.
The strong man heavy hearted, the majician full of enlightenment.
So clown with big red nose.
Blow your ring out, for this harlequin show.
By Peter Riddoch.
S**t himself, but has a reason, purpose, and more.
So at the circus the animals are let out of their cage.
Disciplined and trained, yet the trainer has fits of rage.
So whip the clown and ride the ring leader.
Cut the rope, the trapeize artist, we don't need her.
Tame the crowd, as it roars in excitement.
The strong man heavy hearted, the majician full of enlightenment.
So clown with big red nose.
Blow your ring out, for this harlequin show.
By Peter Riddoch.