Carni the Carny from Kearney

Carni the carny from Kearney

Ran a most peculiar show.

We’d heard raves from Old Uncle Barney

And so we decided to go...


The site was a sight

And we weren’t laggin’.

She used chocks made of chalk

To keep wagons from waggin’.


There were acts with an axe

And bears that were bare.

The band had been banned

Still, their music was there.


The horses would canter

But the cantors were hoarse

So the belles wearing bells

Rode a course that was coarse.


Carni phased in the fazed.

We were awed by the odd.

The feats at our feet

Gave us cause to applaud.


Then Carni the carny from Kearney

Said in her ringmaster’s voice,

“Be sure to come back tomorrow!

You won’t see the same show twice!”

The End

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