Monday, August 31, 2009

Poppy's Circus

Little Poppy Perrywinkle was in love with the clowns,
The lovable face,
The ludicrous shoes,
The handsome, ridiculous grin,
Clowns made Poppy cry,
and shake with laughter.

One day daddy said,
"I don't care if this is what you dread,
I gave you a warning ahead,
Little Poppy cried out, "Please let me go,
Please let me see the amazing circus show,
I'll do anything you ask mow, grow, and even snow."

Tommy drank some Pepsi to steady his nerves,
To prepare him for what he was gonna observe,
For the trapeze,
He was light as a breeze,
For the lions,
Tommy started to lighten,
But then came the merry andrew*,
With his laughs and fun and games,
Made little Tommy cry in fits of laughter.

Then little Poppy went to the john,
And when he was done his parents were GONE!!!
He searched and searched and searched the tents,
Until he was finally spent.

Some clowns came over to Little Poppy,
And said, "We can help you find your mommy"
So he happily followed the comics,
Into a tent smelling of popcorn and candy.

Little Poppy searched he did,
But the clowns they found them they did,
They sat the parents down in little brown chairs,
And they chanted," Your boy's a fun player,
His talent's a ton,
I hope he will join our lair and wear what we wear,
Little Poppy cried,
"I would love to join your clan"
Then his wonderful journey began.

First the clowns took off their paint,
Tommy looked on without a complaint,
These clowns were not angels, or saints,
But just men with happiness in their hearts,
And souls that were merry,
The men took out their tools of teaching,
They were surprisingly puppets,
They put on a show,
And Poppy started to laugh and giggle,
He continued to giggle and giggle and giggle,
Until the show became senseless,
Little Poppy clapped and clapped and clapped,
Until he finally cried,
"You guys are so great,
I can't even wait!!!!!"

Year after year passed after that wonderful day,
Poppy became the most famous of the clowns,
and the most gay,
Before every show,
Poppy would pray and meditate,
To steady his nerves, his mind, his soul,
Whatever he did,
the crowd would laugh and laugh and laugh
and laugh some more.

Days, months, years passed
Wars, famines, fads didn't matter,
Just the show,
and the performance.
It didn't matter though,
even on a poor day,
the crowd would laugh and laugh and laugh
and laugh some more.

After another flawless performance,
Poppy felt so happy,
He knew he was gonna do it,
He took his Super Soaker out on stage,
And pulled the trigger,
The crowd laughed and laughed and laughed
And laughed some more.

*This poem is a part of the Poppy saga and a parallel of an older poem of mine called Psycho Circus.

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