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.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem