They Traveled With The Biggie Circus Poem by Oliver Ovid

They Traveled With The Biggie Circus

Rating: 2.4


She was perched on top of an
eight foot stepladder.

I fumbled with my wooden
Clown stilts, wanting more.

I wasn't wearing my face paint, and
She wasn't wearing a bra.

We were finally eye to eye under
The Big Top sobbing each other.

She asked why I didn't love her.
I told her it was complicated.

The lions were snoring as they
Slept in their cages.

Roadies smoked cigarettes, and
Scratched the dirt with sticks.

She stood up on the top rung of the
Ladder wanting to fly.

I made awkward attempts to get
Closer to her sorrow.

The crowd became agitated,
And some even threw fruit.

It just wasn't going to work out.
Too many holes in this ground.

Friday, June 20, 2014
Topic(s) of this poem: fashion
COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Sara Fielder 31 August 2014

This is real life poetry with a sprinkling of cynicism. I LOVE IT TOO MUCH! Keep them coming Frankie.

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Bri Edwards 15 August 2014

made awkward attempts to get Closer to her sorrow...............i came close to laughing at these lines the SECOND time i read them. i didn't have time to consider laughing the first time around, as the story was so captivating. no lie! i wonder what line Mandolyn thought was missing. hmmm? i agree that the ending is likeable. : 0 i am resisting, but failing to resist the temptation to add this one as well to MyPoemList. thanks for sharing. :) bri

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