Booties Bruised
Empty dipped.
And freed...
Are the recovered pleaders!
Losing balancing acts and ripped,
From the 'Big Top'...
Of their beloved circus.
And the screaming is heard,
From miles around.
With a final bump...
That thumps their rumps!
Booties bruised are the bummed out ones!
But nothing stops them,
From mending their lumps.
And jumping over their humps!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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