CIRCUS OF LIFE
(the show goes on..)

The waltz of the dancing hippos
Brings yawns and polite applause
The Act of the well dressed mongoose,
Gets whistles and high pitched boos

The angry crowd sneers and threatens
And it is time to bring Him on:
An old canon with a short lit fuse
Shoots out the rotund Clown

Voila!

A cheer erupts from the rows
Children wake up to a ready smile
With a devilish smirk and a bulbous nose
Our underpaid jester bows in style

The dwarfs hand the clown a beating
And give him rowdy chase
The audience split their sides laughing
When he lands hard on his face

In the routine of the Cobra Kiss
The clown guarantees to enthrall all..
(When a danseuse at his ear whispers
“Oh brother.. you have sired a girl !’’

His smile shrinks when he sees her nod
And asks of his labored wife
In the sad shake of the dancer’s head
He realizes he lost the woman of his life)

There is now thunder in the tent tonight
The mob is on its feet
To see the clown evade the venom’d bite
In such an awesome feat

‘He seems a little slow this season’
The manager tells a stone-eyed fake
The grin's wide on the hapless clown
As he taunts the angry snake

The multitude ooos and awws
Every serpentine swish and hiss
There is prize of a hundred rupees
If on its hood he plants a kiss

His mind a swirl of raging pain
His eyes with tears are flood..
Alas !

The striking reptile injects deadly toxin
Into the conduits of his blood

The clown feigns flamboyance
The horde’s applause deafen;
Scoffing,

Beside the hissing cobra he kneels
And seals his purple lips on its crown

Then with a wave to the cheering mass
The clown makes his last exit;
A unicorn gallops onto the dais
And the crowd is again on its feet.
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