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December 17, 2014

 

 

There are Illusionist’s

with their vanishing act,

disappearing into thin air.

 

There are trapezist’s

on a high wire; no safety

net is there?

 

There are ventriloquists

with dummies, doing

things they shouldn’t ought!

 

There are jugglers

with their balls,

in sequence, being caught.

 

There’s a hamster

on a tread mill,

going like the clappers.

 

There are dancers

in a row, with

enormous flappers.

 

There are songbird’s

and doves, appearing

from each sleeve.

 

There are ladies

cut in half; a sight one

can’t believe!

 

There are men with

shiny shoes, especially

made for tappers.

 

There’s the pre-theatre

crowd, turned into

long-term nappers.

 

There’s the end of

the night, when the

applause never drops.

 

There’s the inevitable

encores, until the noise,

finally stops.

 

 

 

 

 

 

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