The loveable old clown car
is badly in need of service.
The engine won't backfire
when you turn the key.
Open the hood and
confetti just drizzles out.
Even without the hinge
pins
the doors refuse to fall off.
The spare clown in the trunk
is flat, uninspired and cynical.
And the horn no longer makes
its funny noise – a sad little
wuga
has replaced the once proud
WUGA-WUGA!!
so often heard calling to
the latecomers and undecided
outside the big tent.
