Here's a circus poem.

The Story of My Birth
By GC Smith

Stars twinkled merriment
Shouted, look a fool is born
Sucker for the fleecers
Circus child will live forlorn

Moon smiles and laughs
He’s sure one for the books
Silly foolish circus child
With his deformed looks

Clouds say they will part
Reveal for all to see
Circus child and his art
Fooling you and me

Circus child has a mind
Much like a steel trap
Isn’t bothered by the taunts
Or any other crap

Circus child lives alone
Visions in his head
Doesn’t give a hoot
If you’re alive or dead

Circus child is not torn
with or by his mind or looks
And he isn’t hurt by taunts
Cause he’s one for the books

And you, you stars and moons
Who shine above the earth
You should be ashamed
Of your mocking of his birth