An ode to the Juggler

I stood by a mall,
waiting for a taxi to take me to the Ball.
Out came a Juggler from the Mall
riding on his bicycle, which only had one wheel in all.

He cycled his way through,
waving at everybody as he went,
little did he notice
while waving at the people,
Another motorist came from front
and rammed into him.

Alas, lay the poor Juggler,
in a pool of blood,
waiting for the ambulance
to take him to the hospital bed.

He was operated on, for
a broken wrist and a fractured leg.

Still he lay on his hospital bed,
with a cheerful smile
to all who visited his bed.