Rubaiyat of the Carousel

Rubaiyat of the Carousel

Riding my horse as it moves up and down.
See the lights, hear the noise as I go round and round.
Chasing a dragon; pursued by a pig.
Calliope playing--no happier sound.

Ahead moves a tiger bigger than big.
As I travel in circles on this fancy rig.
Not so fast I am dizzy, not so slow I am not.
Liquid laughter surrounds me, and I take a swig.

I want to keep riding and never get caught.
Free from all cares, I am one happy tot.
I want to keep riding and never slow down.
The lure of the carousel cannot be fought.

©2009-Art Belliveau