my garden bench
plopped upon my garden bench
his circus performers abound
hairy tails flip here and there
dancing aloft a wire so wee
no net do I see
she's so strong, teeth no less
not so many uncle's do I see
a dagger throws a sticky tongue
makes for yucky swallows
while cooling her toes
a rhythm all her own
such a pretty tattoo
her mate not for me
cooing love songs
lovers flirting all a aloft
dancing rites passed so long ago
a music all there own
red baron dives an obstacle course
poor mrs. beetle now all alone
talons all a flare dog spinning a loft
amidst screams she's mine go away
one last sip the coffee now cold
Father I tip my hat oh such a show
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