While waiting to see the circus fleaI fed to the horse with a hornmy striped bucket of popped cornCandied apples stuck on figertipswhile I watched acrobatic flipsthe painted clowns danced around for hoursrunning around with their squirting flowersone stopped and offered a tissue boxfilled to the top with old white socksI giggled at this display of pageantryas the rest climbed a tiny treethey jumped into a bucket of waterwhich fell over with such a clatterI wished to ride the carousaland sit on the horse with the parousalthen run to the fat lady's sidebefore going down the gigantic slideI would wait for daysjust to hear the phrase'Come one,...