Arlo the acrobat
felt disjointed
Fell from high
most disappointed
Down from the big top
falling free
In the glare of a
bright light jamboree
Caught in the grip
of an elephants trunk
Saved from the crush
of a flat-line dunk
His facial expression
resigned in despair
As he finally expired
due to lack of fresh air
Laid him to rest
with procession and style
Heaping on praise
how his stunts would beguile
Recalling applause and
such laughter that night
When Arlo mistimed
his last swing out of sight
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