The monkeys were waving their
crimson bed sheets as the albino
tigers charged forth from the
barrel of my standard issue rifle.
I could hear the piping-hot
organ sounds of The Entertainer,
& the squeak of twisting balloon
animals rising up behind me.
Roasted peanuts crunched underfoot.
My left sneaker stuck to the
floorboards of the elephant cage,
which made no sound at all.
The floorboards would not make
a sound for nearly forty years.
Even if their grandsons asked, very nicely.
Especially if their grandsons asked, very nicely.
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