These britches seem kinda tight. I must be getting too big for them.
When love comes to town like a circus, it will parade up your Main Street like 76 trombones.
You will somersault with your first kiss like an acrobat. Your heart will perform acts of daring on the high wire. You will make love like a flying trapeze. Passion will breathe like fire. You will place your head in the mouth of a lion of jealousy, and clowns will spill out of a Volkswagen and laugh at you for it.
It's a ringtoss. It's a shell-game.
But when love comes to town like a circus, ladies and gentlemen,
you have to step right up and buy your ticket.
(Picture by Bren.Moller)