Juggling underhand
fingers reach to catch the balls,
no clowns are tumbling
We are walking a high wire
and erecting the Big Top
And oh.. oh... such underhand juggling! This poem is prepared to grab the bull by the horn...grab life by the balls and live(and love) life to the fullest. My senses step out onto the highwire as the drum roll and the spotlight catches me falling falling even more in love with you. Oh what a cirucs indeed. So this is what happens when love comes to town! love from the amazed man on the flying trapeeze alias the Donall that is Donall
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
You are the rignmaster of my heart...I fly through the air with the greatest of ease. Oh won't you please please please me...please me please me please me...yeah. As a Beatle was wont to say...and how aptly that cry of delight illustrates the masterly skill of underhand ball juggling. My senses are jiggling still even though I have come to my senses. love Donall Donall