Viola

Viola,
if you could,
would you come home with me?
Far, far, far away from your three-ring circus dream.
Far, far, far away from your master's steel-eyed hook,
the one that broke the joints of your spirit.

They dress you in sparkle and silly caps.
Happy cotton candied music fills your gray ears.
They pile half a ton of frantic on your back...
Your master can't look anybody in the eye,
 while he's counting your hard-earned cash.
It's a wonder you haven't already snapped your chains,
stomped the barker and his clowns into far away.

Viola,
come home with me.
We'll stroll a few acres of plush green
to roll in a muddy pool.
So, you can wash away those greedy green-eyed fools. 
We'll weave pleasant elephant memories. 
I'll bring along a sack of your favorite treats.
Sing you songs from Mother India... 
And when your time has come
I'll set you down so very gently between dreams made of ivory...
Viola

animalhomerhyme

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