Warning: This Poem Contains Homophonic Content. Reader Discretion Is Advised

I paid for the Italian festival,

A fair fair fare.

They had many exhibitions

Like a rare bare bear.

But when I tried to exit

I found myself trapped

By some drummers- a snare snare.

My pants almost were crapped

But thankfully I hadn’t

Eaten in the recent past

For just a short time.

‘Twas quite a fast fast.

My pants uncrapped, I

Did home in on my home

It was a long way away

As I’d been roamin’ in Rome.

I ran past the drummers

With a minimal fight.

The road forked three ways

But I took the right right.

They pursued me with insects,

Their mightiest mites

For several bishopy evenings

And several more knighty nights.

No, the fair wasn’t fair,

Nor was it even even

But I bested their best

And escaped without grievin’.

In the end I lost money,

But it was a fine fine

‘Cause the memories will last

Longer than the lion line.