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.
The Daily Travesty 