Tell Me Why You’ll Never Join the Circus
by Laurie Kolp
Does anybody really know
when the fat lady will sing,
or hell freeze over
and pigs take wing?
Will it be after frogs grow hair,
and chickens have teeth;
perhaps on St. Nobody’s day
or a month of Sundays we bequeath?
If these strange occurrences
ever do come true,
I will join the circus
and stand right next to you.
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