~ Clowns
Three rings were in my circus,
Each in a different land,
A different act, a different set,
Each staged a different clown-
A slight resemblance and yet
Each would different be,
And should you meet me on the street
Not one of them is me.
Written in answer when asked how I arrived in Maryland, USA from Canada
The three rings... Hmm... Maybe... Engagement ring, wedding ring and suffer-ring? Like your little ditty! -chuck
Hmm, this one I really like. Mystical, in such a serene fashion.
Now that is a nice poem Ad. I couldn't help but laugh a little, a clowns job right. It's not Timmons it's Timmins (Shania Twains home town) . Right now this morning it's 35 below but were tough ha ha. Paul. I can see why you never came back he he.
I like the three rings in your circus. and the double meaning. a very pleasant read thanks. Regards Dave T
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
How is it we are alike?