I join the circus. |
I decided to join the circus, you see, since those lions and tigers are special to me. Every roar that I hear, every growl from the cat is a joy, so the circus is where I’ll be at. (Yes I know cats can scratch due to serious claw, and, in fact, long ago I was slow to withdraw as my tabby once got me, incising my skin; yet despite scratching danger, I’m still taken in.) It was Bailey I talked to and did it with ease ‘neath the top that was big with a flying trapeze. So he proffered a contract and hired me so to take care of said cats which I thought apropos. Then Bill Barnum escorted me to lion cage, and he jokingly lowed about my starting wage. “Worry not, Bill,” I said, “Oh the wages are fine, lest I would have not signed on that old dotted line.” (I’ve a way with the feline for empathy sake, though I’m perfectly leery since those claws can take out a huge hunk of me causing untidy red, sending me beyond first aid to hospital bed.) Ah, the circus to me a complete pleasure trip, though with purr I would urge cats to not let it rip as those meat hooks called paws swift in muscular set loomed like sinewy weapons--to be sure, a threat. Bengal Tiger my charge, such a beautiful thing; and like MGM trademark, the beast that is king. Both the lion and Bengal received well my care; (tender words took the place of a whip and a chair.) So my care for the cats hardly ever went south; I could just about put my head into the mouth of the lion without any fear that he’d bite; yet the swipe of the cats was on my mind, all right. I would snuggle right up to the lion in purr, and would ride on the back of the Bengal for sure. Yet I knew of the risk dealing with wild beast; and though I loved my job, I was not to be fleeced. I just had to go back to my bosses one day for a contract adjustment to get hazard pay. Caution my court of law--cat’s paw gave me some pause; so to my circus contract they added a clause. 40 Lines Writer’s Cramp 3-15-16 |