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Source:
Adults
Author:
Rhona Aitken
Title:
The funambulist
I had a lot of things in mind
when I was one-and-twenty.
To fly a plane - as pilot
was one of schemes a-plenty.
But by the age of thirty-odd,
babes hanging on each arm,
it seemed a fine experience
to own and run a farm.
on reaching forty, itchy feet
found grist in life-style changes.
New and un-approached as yet -
came an action that assuages.
The advertisement looked lovely -
movements easy and controlled.
It promised us we’d love it,
and inspired us to be bold.
Now I am a funambulist,
and I’m good at it what’s more.
My children think I’m crazy
when they watch me from the floor.
I haven’t fallen off as yet,
and I love the cheering crowd.
My husband is long-suffering -
though he says he’s really proud.
I recommend funambulism.
Its really quite unique.
Not many people do it -
high definition - so to speak.
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