Circus Poem by Priscilla Garcia

My house is a circus
My house is a zoo
my brothers are hanging
and act like bamboons
they swing and they scream
they jump off of trees
and buzz like bees
they cry and they whine
they swing on imaginary vines
they are OUT OF CONTROL!
on the floors they wildly roll
they laugh as i scream
tears of joys escape in streams
but when its time to go to sleep
you cannot will not hear a peep
who would ever believe that these'bamboons'
turned my house into a zoo
-peace