(with apologies to Charles L Dodgson aka Lewis Carrol)
"You are young, daughter Nelly, " the old clown said,
"And your hair is beginning to grow,
But you'd better learn quick how to stand on your head,
for life is a circus, you know."
In response, daughter Nelly looked up at the clown,
and gazed-out with a smile of delight.
Then her clown father Mike, held her high in his hand,
"Do you think, at your age, it is right?"
"You are young", said the clown, as I mentioned before,
And will grow up to be very clever.
You may learn to 'back somersault', juggle, or more."
But the baby looked back, like, ...'whatever'.
For the young daughter Nelly was smiling again,
as her sweet little eyes filled with wonder.
For her mealtime had passed, and she couldn't refrain
from creating a circus down-under.
"You are young", said the clown, as he started to think
that the young one now seeemed quite unhappy.
But amazingly still hadn't noticed the stink,
of the crowded full-house in her nappy.
"Just as life as in art, there are highs, which are tops;
Other times are a pain in the butt.
Things will give you the shits, and when crap never stops,
it's hard to get out of the rut."
"You are young", said the clown, "and your jaws not yet wide,
but in life some stuff seemes hard to swallow.
But you seem to have taken it all in your strides.
Which is no doubt a tough act to follow."
"You are young", said the clown, "one would hardly suppose
that your balance was steady as mine.
I can balance a rake on the end of my nose.
Which hurts less than stepping on it."
