Thirteen in One

Front row seats at your circus.

Trapeze artist swings, flings and clings

With the best of them. Tweet?

Lions jump through fiery rings,

Only to step in elephant poop.

Must have fed them at the wrong time.

Ring a bell, then here comes

The clown car at high speed.

Screeches to a halt and empties thirteen.

It’s a good show, but the popcorn’s stale,

And the chocolate covered raisins

Melted in my hand (it was hot too).