Acrobat

I want to be an acrobat
launch myself off the ground,
Mum says it’s just no fun
when beds move round and round.

I want to be an acrobat
jump up high in the air,
Dad says his skateboard’s broken
won’t propel me anymore.

An acrobat’s the job for me
tumbling upside down,
sister says I’m already
the craziest boy around.

I want to be an acrobat
walk on the washing line,
neighbours say if I look once more
they’ll have to report a crime.

I thought I’d be an acrobat
but school got cross with me,
I’ve juggled all the teachers and
left them hanging from a tree.

Maybe acrobatics is not my sport
I’ll be a magician this year,
broccoli, sisters, homework, bedtimes
prepare to disappear!