At the circus I saw this fact,
A funny, hilarious and joyful act;
A presentation, exclusively intact,
With a room to bounce and have a chuckle.
Life when lived merry with pact,
A balance of fun and order react;
A journey with sufficient tract,
To have a laugh and loosen the buckle.
Amusing poise feels like a stacte,
Providing reason to retract;
When chaos steps in to extract,
The best in life in loads and muckle.
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