Carrousel

Orbiting a pole is it's sole function I have yet to determine a purpose The bedazzle causes the children to run But the idea, I can't quite interpret A merry go round would suit just fine No need for heads or tails No creepy eyes staring in to mine No music, whistles or bells It defies reason, if your thinking logically With Lions, tigers and bears This haunted contraption forever taunts me My nightmares begin at the fair Rusting gold and chipped paint Up, down and around You may take a spin, but I feel faint With the tune of a devilish sound Clowns are usually a package deal When this sinister circle's in motion Not bothered too much by their wicked appeal Only this revolving locomotion