Tearing down the tents
of the Yem and Ima Show.
Performing just last night,
but it was over long ago.
The clowns, all clean shaven,
are pulling up the stakes.
And the bearded lady's packing
amid the noise that moving makes.
Ringmaster Yem is smiling
as he shakes all of our hands;
While Bubbles packs the puppets
and busts their wooden stands.
Bonko and Binky wonder,
"What will tomorrow bring?"
While Psycho Dave relieves his anger
by breaking down the ring.
Tents torn down and folded,
gone for evermore;
locked in wooden crates
behind a metal door.
Dawn is soon on breaking.
The trucks all pull away.
The circus is now over,
as we each go on our way.
Author notes
Some explanation: The names in the poem are characters in a series of stories I wrote about a clown...this poem was to be the final piece in that series. But, I've written more since, lol
It was also a depressing time for me (late 2007?) and I was contemplating leaving AP.
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Had to search your comments to find a piece written by you since your pages is all ghoulified... I knew you would be commenting on your own work and that I would find something there!
So here's what I found, and it is a bit of melancholy, tastefully done. I see characters and actions winding down...but not without your whimsy...I chuckled still at the thought of the shaven clowns and the bearded lady paired up like you had them, for example. I recognize a couple character and will have to search around for others. But I am certainly pleased to see the circusup and running again.
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I wanted to reread this since you brought it up today. Interesting comparing the two and seeing our different prespectives. Where yours is what was happening from within, mine is an outside view and maybe also could be a continuation of sorts coming upon the grounds after the trucks pull out.
I'm glad I stopped back.
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Mine is about world hunger and global warming.
Thankees again.
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I knew everyone in the poem from experiencing them in your stories. No authors notes required for me.
This almost makes me want to cry...packing up the circus. Everyone going their separate ways.
I'm glad you reconsidered and stayed on
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I was pitying myself that way. It felt sad.
Yes, you are one of the few people who know the characters here. Time to get back to some silliness. I've got more attention from people since I've started writing more serious stuff, but I do like the weird clown stories.
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I admit to liking the weird clown stories but you already know that I would definitely miss the serious stuff if it were farther and fewer between. I like both voices.
Ima can go jump in a lake. I'm not too fond of his recent work. lol -
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Ah, but Ima will impress you. He's a gentleman really, and he's more logical than me. You'll see. He's about ready to make a comeback
What? You didn't like the one about the wolves eating the cows? lol -
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Ima talks smack about you
His "moo moo" poem was well...interesting...lol.
I'll read any new Ima with an open mind or at least will try.
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All the ok poems I've been writing. I stole from Ima. The moo moo poem is mine. We just need to organize our writing better.
Do you think the limerick people will disqualify us for being a bad influence to other entrants?
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Have you read any of the other entries? lol
I think we're safe unless the judges find you annoying for the way you pick on me unjustly.
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I've looked at some of the other entries. They were predictably boring.
Well the judges will either get a kick out of all the weird interactions in the middle of the story or they'll think we are insane and not want to see the two of us running amok in the next round, lol
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