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The Day The Circus Never Came To Town (1950)
larrylark

The year the circus never came down town
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to the spare square piece of land
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on which we were in command,
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seemed barely believable.
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One three year old cried into the chips and peas
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her mother had sent for as she was hopeless
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at making tea, couldn't even ease open
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the cooker's door, though my mum
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often showed her how to switch it on and off
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with recipes galore.
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We stitched together old itchy blankets, sheets,
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and grandma Pickles Knickers to make a tent.
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Some stole bendy poles that held up
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whole washing lines
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so we could dance around,
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training ourselves to be Coco the clown,
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roaring beasts, learning growls
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while we prowled the nettles.
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Jimmy who was the oldest, highly stung,
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and always scrubbed up well, was erected
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master of the ring.
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Mr. Barkanovitch, the Russian émigré
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wood carver, from Palavar Street
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gave us three bags of saw dust chippings
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plus  the  clown’s shoes his long dead son
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had worn on his feet,
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while swallowing swords
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at the Siberian Circus before the war.
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Everyone who came to applaud
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brought torches filled with batteries
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so they could find a way back.  
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They all went wild
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when Jack, stylishly
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dressed in the cute clowns suit,
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stalked Tony who had sneaked out
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his mum’s fur coat
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and wore it along with the kitchen curtains
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trailing the floor as he roared.
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Finally mud pies were thrown
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so they all got covered from head to toe.
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Then we had to go home.
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It was the best circus ever,
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and though we often wondered
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it never came again,
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while leaving  those left who could imagine
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touched deep down inside,
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much more than they could ever say.
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9 Nov 11

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wonderful again. we who aspire to be just like you
 — gallard

gallard...don't do it..for it will bring much grief

Larry tears of a clown Lark
 — larrylark

LOVE the last verse!
 — wendz

I wrote it just for you wendz
 — larrylark

i enjoyed your storytelling prowess. thanks you
 — funes

every picture tells a story funes

Larry novel approach Lark
 — larrylark

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