This Circus Must Leave Town

We have the clown as ringmaster,

crows nest in his lidless tophat.

Their guano marks his once red tails,

worn too tight to show off the waistcoat

borrowed from John Bull-shit.

The jodhpurs are bulging with cash

and do not match the outsize shoes.,

he is unable to relinquish.

"Roll up, roll up", he said,

"here are marvels and miracles!"

He sold us a London Bridge,

the bill of sale writ large

on a polling card

in invisible ink.