04-04-2015, 09:50 AM
Bringing down the tents
The hammers clanged
on mushroomed spikes
that held the big top
high at night.
The seats were stacked,
dense bails of hay,
but something mechanical
came our way.
Sawdust gone,
toffee apples rot
the waltzer spins
a circus forgot.
The family trades,
the skills the passion,
lost to screams
teddy boy fashion.
Look to the hill
see lions cry
and into the sunset
elephants fly.
The hammers clanged
on mushroomed spikes
that held the big top
high at night.
The seats were stacked,
dense bails of hay,
but something mechanical
came our way.
Sawdust gone,
toffee apples rot
the waltzer spins
a circus forgot.
The family trades,
the skills the passion,
lost to screams
teddy boy fashion.
Look to the hill
see lions cry
and into the sunset
elephants fly.
If your undies fer you've been smoking through em, don't peg em out