Apr 13, 2014
How Bizarre
Oh Brother, sister, ride with me apace ‘Til guardsman halts us in sun’s blazing heat. Good sister, do not fear nor hide thy face: ‘Tis but our carriage that he wills to greet.
Uncertain end as we stop for respite. A playbill brings forth long-lost childish glee; A circus offers grand burlesque delight — Say aye, my siblings! That we’re off to see.
Alas, I fear, the show shall not go on: The pachyderms are lost, naught left but clowns. We flee the crowd before they see us gone And seek out happier tales in brighter towns.
And though I turn around ‘tis never far: My mind is quite distracted, how bizarre!