flyguy69
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Under the Big Top
The calliope sings out a steamy song
of Welcome,
to the Show of all Shows!
Prop up your pillows,
prop open your eyes,
don’t blink for a moment
or you’ll miss the surprise
of the Grand Entry Animal Parade!
First comes an elephant
as he sways a gray dance
in shambling rhythm
to an admirable stance
as he swings that preposterous hose.
Next growls a tiger,
all muscles and pounce,
but you smile in your satin
‘cause by your accounts
you’re safe from his coarse feline tongue.
Enter a juggler of remarkable skill;
he can juggle his balls with one hand!
But hold your applause;
he will likely demand
an audience volunteer’s participation.
Now look overhead
and gasp with delight
as the star soon appears
framed in carbon-arc light:
an acrobat, resplendent in beige pantyhose!
With the eyes of a puppy
and the thighs of a stallion
he sings to your heart
in poetry, Italian:
Cappuccino! Gelato! Amo pizza del fungo!
With a musical cry
he dives from his perch,
wraps his arms ‘round your waist,
shows a smile white as birch
and seizes you out of your seat.
On a bird made of biceps
you sail through the air,
arms round his neck,
fingers clenched in your hair
and you claw at the tent with your toes.
His gymnastic contortions
swing your hips to and fro,
He pushes and pumps
till at last you let go
and plunge with a sigh to the net.
The calliope’s breath
leaves you jeweled with mist
and your smile is as broad
as a clown’s grease-paint kiss
‘cause this circus is booked for a week!
::
The calliope sings out a steamy song
of Welcome,
to the Show of all Shows!
Prop up your pillows,
prop open your eyes,
don’t blink for a moment
or you’ll miss the surprise
of the Grand Entry Animal Parade!
First comes an elephant
as he sways a gray dance
in shambling rhythm
to an admirable stance
as he swings that preposterous hose.
Next growls a tiger,
all muscles and pounce,
but you smile in your satin
‘cause by your accounts
you’re safe from his coarse feline tongue.
Enter a juggler of remarkable skill;
he can juggle his balls with one hand!
But hold your applause;
he will likely demand
an audience volunteer’s participation.
Now look overhead
and gasp with delight
as the star soon appears
framed in carbon-arc light:
an acrobat, resplendent in beige pantyhose!
With the eyes of a puppy
and the thighs of a stallion
he sings to your heart
in poetry, Italian:
Cappuccino! Gelato! Amo pizza del fungo!
With a musical cry
he dives from his perch,
wraps his arms ‘round your waist,
shows a smile white as birch
and seizes you out of your seat.
On a bird made of biceps
you sail through the air,
arms round his neck,
fingers clenched in your hair
and you claw at the tent with your toes.
His gymnastic contortions
swing your hips to and fro,
He pushes and pumps
till at last you let go
and plunge with a sigh to the net.
The calliope’s breath
leaves you jeweled with mist
and your smile is as broad
as a clown’s grease-paint kiss
‘cause this circus is booked for a week!
::
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