What Is It?
What Is It?
I know a place,
That can make pale a person's face.
An erupting volcano it sounds like,
Or people bellowing down a mike.
Neighbours often wonder,
If they had committed a blunder,
IN choosing to drowse,
Next to this rumoured colony of many a mouse.
No, it is not a joke,
Come on, don't be a bloke!
What is it?
Is it a circus?
Is it the reign of the diplodocus?
Or the bull-fighting ring of Rome?
Neither - It is my home!