A Stage

What, I cannot say, A feeling something's wonkey. Like mucking muddy sand at the bottom of the ocean, Beneath acrobatic, trapeze artist monkeys. What can be said, About the snorkeling tigers? Or the underwater chainsaw juggler, Breathing fire? There's a soggy clown around somewhere, Spitting spades and hearts, and clovers. It's a three-ringed circus sideshow - It too, will soon be over.