The girl walked in
Into a game in a tent
Much laughter in the tent
And many many faces
but the games have to be played
once you enter a tent
it’s an awfully funny show
you can giggle away my dear
but play you must
does he have to kiss her
yes, play he must
must I understand?
no you don’t
shall i move on then
to the next tent
Which one to go into next
A game of drinks
And lucky dips
Or a tent of grasping
at rods and grills
in loose hanging, open structures?
it’s an awfully confusing scene
must i walk into the tent?
with the girl
in pony tails and red socks
but her face is mine
yes, play she must
in the din of laughter
darling can you hold my hand
let’s go then to the next tent
To the next tent
under the weight of sleep
what place is this?
that play she must
the games are quick
they turn to dust
it’s an awfully ethereal sight
what is in the next tent?
who knows darling
let’s drink our wine
and dance
hold my hand
till you awake
maybe in the next tent
from the social themepark circus