The Spinners

We dash around from pole to pole,

to spin our herds of plates around,

we’re terrified we’ll lose control,

and hear that fatal smashing sound.

 

The reason why, we can’t recall,

it doesn’t matter anyway,

keep spinning so the plates don’t fall,

cos when they do there’s Hell to pay.

 

spinning-plates

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