Clowns, elephants, and rigged games, oh my!
It is clear somebody is going to die.
I mean the elephant could stomp you to death.
A clown could use a balloon to suck out all your breath.
The ringmaster could choke you with his whip.
A monkey could punch you and break your hip.
Those things are stronger than they look,
But if you had one at least you could stop a crook.
Like the rigged carnival games.
You may as well put your money up in flames.
Of course actually making it burn might take time,
So you may as well fall for their crime.
But of course when you play,
You could put an eye out at your bay.
I mean the ball could bounce back in your face,
Or go through the cardboard and hit somebody in another place.
Let's just hope you don't aim low.
Was that a low blow?
Damn the cat is good.
Unlike the tigers at the circus hood.
They could get loose and eat you up,
To them you'd be like poop to a pup.
Quite the image there.
Don't you now want to visit a circus lair?
Pack your bags and get ready to go,
For a clown with a gun is about to show.
But will it really say bang?
Or will your bell the rang?
At least if it's the second you won't know,
Unless again you only get hit down below.
Or maybe the human cannonball,
Will have a rather bad fall.
Except you'll be there to break his landing.
After that you won't be standing.
I'm sure the lions will take action.
They will save you from being in traction.
And then you could walk past the clown,
That had great big frown.
So his flowers spray you in the face,
Except instead of water it could be mace.
All of that and more can happen when you visit a circus at your shore. Aren't you glad I told you everything about it? Now won't the circus be such hit? Also watch where you step along the grass. What is left there is much bigger than what comes out of my little rhyming ass.
Fill your rummer, get drunk all summer.