Carnival

 The carnival came

All flashing light and flame

And burst their firework

Of music into the night

The faux indians gyrated

The proper yokels

Did impressions of Hollywood

It is smart culture

Do not bring in the outside world to view

But bring it in with a distinct hue

One which when titrated through

The stockings of your mother

Or the vicar's pews

One which you see in your

Somerset gown, Somerset eyes

We'll consume it like a local

The carnival leaves town

Their lights are off

Unanimated

Just the skeleton remains

All the entertainment drained

Off to the next town

Like a pig slaughter

Like the prostitutes

These entertainers

Who stand up and are the travelling show

The dazzling glow

In the mid of winter

In the confluence of all their work

Like a theatre troupe

They make an event

A standing show 

In those moments they are famous

They carry the culture of the world in tow

And bring it to the sons and daughter

And for whom these dancing figures

Could be the real McCoy for all they know