Sitting in the circus watching a clown
As he juggled balls up and down
His pale white makeup was extremely snowy
Although the balls he juggled were bright and glowy
As they let out a vicious tiger
The audiences chests got tighter and tighter
It's eyes were tiny
But beautifully shiny
The majestic tiger let out a high jump
And magically turned into a hippo that's plump
That is how the circus ended
The audiences fear was not intended
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem