This is the platform of the famous sideshow,
all of us participating, glad to be arm and arm
as spring charges down the battlefield. Let’s see,
what shall we wish for this time? Better make it
a serious one, as though this were the third.
I was going to suggest a ton of flowers,
ice cream for the bridesmaids. A bonnie installation.

A little convention, c’mon. Madrigal evidence suggests
we were all on our lonesome once
before Dad came to unleash the privileged characters.

Something more than mere speed stirs a breeze
in the back area where before none were,
an accident, waiting to happen. Customers’ wives complain.
Of course that needn’t restrict wish lists.
Thanks for the judges, somber in russet habits, for the truncated
turnkey wheedling my swollen, protective mouth