The Juggle

With a mask on, a red nose and a tall hat,

I charmed everyone around with a juggling act.

Little did they know, these props are all I show;

This left me thinking of an upgrade,

But would that mean space degrades?

With a mask on, a red nose and the same hat,

New props were thrown in the midst of my juggle

I questioned the universe, a new struggle?

These new props did me no favor,

Or did I just say that to save labor?

These props don't seem to fit in well,

I couldn't juggle, and I fell.

With a mask on, a red nose and a big hat,

I set out to charm with new props, that's that.

But this time the charm did more harm,

A harm to my previous charm.

The mask I painted started to fade,

The hat didn't fit, and props went arrayed.

With a mask on, a red nose and a bigger hat,

I set out to learn to juggle, imagine that.

I painted a bigger smile and took new hops,

The rate of juggle doubled, no stops.

Nobody around with a flattering comment,

Just me and my props in this silent torment.