One day the circus train stopped here and only the clowns got off. They got drunk and trashed the only circus bar in town. I got to know one and during his brief lucid moments he left me these insights about life on the road. I never saw him or my wallet again.
The circus goes on, only the clowns change.
There are many clowns but only one ring master.
The guy with the broom goes it the end of the elephant parade.
No matter how great a clown you are, you don't get to drive the circus train.
I doesn’t matter how many clowns you can get into a car, its how many get out alive.
It takes more than a top hat to run a circus.
If you are riding a unicycle, wearing a tutu and every one is throwing marsh mellows at you, you are probably a bear.
Circus is what you do not who you are, but everyone thinks you’re a clown anyway.
You never out grow your need for peanuts.
Never date a knife throwers daughter.
A good catcher is worth his weight in aerialist.
Circus people do it with jugglers.
Always remove the sword you swallowed before you bow.
You need two hands to juggle, or not.
A smart lion tamer doesn’t drink around the cats.
If you want to be the lead elephant don’t grab another elephant’s tail.
The greatest show on earth leaves town at the end of the week.
If you want to grow a moustache don’t be a fire eater.
A dog act doesn’t belong in the center ring.
It takes more to be a clown than, a fright wig, rubber nose, baggy pants, seltzer bottle, bucket of confetti and a broom to sweep up the spot lights but you need them too.
If you wake up on something soft behind the elephant cage, it probably isn’t a pile of feathers.
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