Showtime

A poem by RPRowland

Showtime began with a display of equine strength and flexibility,

sparking good memories of my horse riding days, 

With smells of the fleece as was shorn from the sheep,                                     

reminded me of a farm.

I observed a madman juggling knives and chain saws,

I was calm.        

I held a snake it clung to my skin, 

to draw heat from within.

I enjoyed a cinnamon donut,

Scrumptious chips on a stick,

All were delicious.  

Stunt cars thrilled; they were so skilled.

To complete my day, I chatted with my mum,

I would have to say she’s my favourite chum.