All the world is a stage and here is the circus.
|Wind is picking up dust, visiting our place where we are at a loss
for silence when hooray hurrahs for this and that is everywhere.
Nickel ride on donkey hide beats pinning his tail
and you slip up with a kick up from him.
Shirt takes a shine to apples fallen from a tee, eaten by you and me after dunking.
Strike up the band, pump it up where the beat goes on with the drummer,
a gorilla who bears his chest with roars.
Wind is picking up confetti as a mahout leads the way,
rear end trunks trailing tails with elephant wails.
I quickly forget myself as the fat lady squeezed into shape,
wearing lacy corset that reddens face singing it ain't over yet.
Chained tiger walks, feet broad and long as a lion's roar.
High wire bends to ground allowing trapeze artist to astound with oohs and aahs.
At last they come, everybody's woman, the harem girls,
and expecting mother's worst nightmare, belly dancers that bare it all.
High diving horse and girl belly flop with water hitting waves of people.
The clowns bring in the smile with laughing hyenas following them.
It was a good showing, numbers low but that's a ending with a beginning.