Here's yet another poem. A vast amount of these things hit me almost every day.
You teeter, you totter, you almost fall
The crowd watches, riveted with fear
Your arms are spread wide, your jaw is set
It's like we're not even here.
You're the best damn tightrope walker I've ever seen
You've got the best balance, you've got more than enough
You won't tumble into open air
You won't plummet to the earth.
But darling, if you ever do,
Don't you know I'd catch you?