Sense Sonnet - Pumper

The Great Escape

Somewhere in Europe, I was held
With other prisoners - all breeds.
The circus enslavers compelled
Us to perform amusing deeds.
For some time I planned to escape,
And try to make it home once more.
I exercised to stay in shape.
The chance came I was looking for.
My muscled legs kicked holes into
The cages we were kept penned in.
A Noah's Ark of us swarmed through
In all directions back to kin.

I escaped and had the last laugh
In Africa - a free giraffe.