Circus Life ~~ a Poem for the Tuesday Platfom

My Young Life; it was a Circus

Whiled away a day and a half
There in Podunk, Mississippi
I happened upon, magic lure
The circus was in town big time

Big time for the big top right there
Right there in that little town.  Clowns!
I always dreamed of meeting one
Now here in Podunk six bold ones

They took me in, a meal then some
I watched their rehearsal, was sold
I would grow up to be a clown
A big nosed clown make people laugh

I could juggle, I showed my stuff
And ride a unicycle too
Can you come with us, we need you
I went that day, performed that night

The crowd laughed and clapped, this young lass
He stole the show that night but then.
The other clowns they cried.  Jealous.
Poisoned me.  Now I'm side show help 

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Photos and Poem Copyright © 2012 and 2016 Jimmiehov, All Rights Reserved
Photos:  http://jimmiehov.blogspot.com/2012/08/my-alphabe-thursday-k-things-in-row-two.html, a mostly circus posting where we took a granddaughter, KP, at age three.

Poem prompt Sunday, July 25, from Magaly Guerrero at the Imaginary Garden with Real Toads, Play it Again post, http://withrealtoads.blogspot.com/2016/07/play-it-again-toads.html .

And also I'm linked today with the Marian at the Imaginary Garden with Real Toads, Tuesday Platform, http://withrealtoads.blogspot.com/2016/07/the-tuesday-platform_26.html .
 
In 'Playing Again' "Words Count with Mama Zen: “Is your life a circus?” (A dangerous thing to ask these days, I know.)""  Mom Zee put a maximum word count of 90 which I did not pick up until I finished writing my 'poem'.  I exceed that, my count without the title is 134, but "there is a next time."