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!