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!
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