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Lupi
A wafting mop of spikey red hair
Shone under a pyramid of light
Standing there on a soft bed of sawdust
Was Lupi with an expression of great delight
Encircled by the familiar red ring
Encompassing a kaleidoscope of hues
Lupi balanced on a sea lions ball
Which was difficult with a clown's style of shoes
He jumped down and picked from the ground
Four balls which he threw in the air
He didn't pretend he could juggle them
He let them drop and they bounced everywhere
It raised a roar of pleasing laughter
From all around the vast tent
He tumbled across to his wagon
And against painted sides he leant
The wheels collapsed from underneath it
Unleashing his collection of tricks
There were loops and boxes and silver rings
Lupi picked from it a bunch of sticks
From those he produced flowers
Of all delicate shades and kinds
He offered them to the audience
But with a clown there's always mischief one finds
Sure enough the flowers disappeared
But not before water squirted from them
All over the children and mums and dads
Lupi laughed at creating such mayhem
Before they leave he will continue to please
He'll be chased by a gorilla on a bike
He'll squirt water at fires that won't go out
Blow horns and dance, in fact anything you like
Last edited by Lubesh; 15-04-2005 at 12:38 PM.
Reason: correction
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