The Carnival by Russ L.

The Carnival (in iambic pintameter)
Russell L
They come and see the carnival
with games and sights and fun for all
turkey legs steaming, salty, sweet,
Ice cream and cotton candy treats.

The dancers swallow fire and swords,
the jousters smash and ride their beasts.
The jesters tease and play with words
While tourists only watch and feast.

But out there stands a skinny mime,
with jokes and dance to please the crowd.
He tries to make the world his stage
but folks are hard to entertain.

Now he is stuck in a glass cage
he built it with his two best pals.
His hands are still his only friends
Imagination never ends.

The crowd is cruel, throw rotten fruit
or jeer and laugh or boo for fun.
The snake man gets to play his flute,
the mime just stands in scorching sun.

He wants to show others his world,
To open up his mind for them.
so soon he must plan an escape,
a world that everyone can see.