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?