Arnold, the Juggler: IInd Prize!

Arnold, The Juggler

The stage performer Arnold
Contorts himself Chaplinesque,
As we laugh at his antics bold

Now he juggles some thirteen balls
And presto! Eleven fall down!
As the crowd starts its cat-calls

He is smooth, that you can admit,
Now he is doffs his peaked hat gaily
And goes back into the green room to sit.

Poet's Note: This poem is created for "Invalid Item"   by A Guest Visitor . The poem is a "Triad" made up of three enclosed tercets with an ABA rhyme.

For more details, visit "Three forms of the Tercet"  and "The Triad"  within "Poetry Forms"   by Bianca .