Staying by the sea at Rockborough: it rains,
on this day as dreary as the empty fun fair.
Look! I have told you twice,
I do not want to buy tickets to the circus.
I do not want to watch some aged woman
balance her feet on the back
of some underfed, white stallion,
or look into the face of some juggler
dressed as a Chinese mandarin.
Sequins do nothing for me,
and anyway...with all this rain,
the tent might come down.
Dad, can we go to the aquarium then?
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