The barker in a cowboy hat declares
an animal is like a vice:
you clamp it tight, or else it spins right off
Grandpa laughs, and grandma tuts.
Cut to the chase, the lion seated, roars
inside the sidecar round the Wall of Death.
Cue jeering faces peering from above,
and grandpa with his corn dog, wonder-struck
the way he was inside the bridal suite
his head aroar with hurdy-gurdy thought.
He spins the ring, his final sticking point.