I was catapulted from a cannon,
I’m heading into space,
the catapult was so right for me,
I leave without a trace.
I had walked along a tightrope,
threw skittles in the air,
balanced a ball upon my nose,
while standing on a chair.
The catapult is quick you see,
just sends me right away,
goodbyes are not necessary,
won’t go back another day.
I left the circus in the past,
didn’t much care for the place,
I’ll embrace the world from now,
without a painted face.
~
Great read Liza, it’s different from your usual style of writing too. š
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Thanks Elaine, it’s the heat š xx
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As long as it’s not the wine š·
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I know, no hope! šš
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That last line is a corker! Nicely done š
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Thanks Diana, glad you like it š
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