An Eccentric Carnival

I yearn for the ease

In which they come in.

And then gauge the ease

With which they leave.

The prime of this gray old kingdom

Has set as a realm of gold. 

The hokum I've been asked to serve tonight

Imitates the action of an injured.

It was an English

Bidding breath for a wagon.

And a wrinkly gaffer

Parading his striped tiger.

I reckoned I beheld too much.

Until they served a chalice of blood.