Diary of the 'Innocent' Bystander!

I scurried, was worried,
I would miss the show,
Were they singing?
Were they dancing?
I did not know

I ran, I crawled,
Climbed a lamppost,
Climbed trees,
Fought away the men,
I just had to see!

Yelling, screaming,
Kicking and profantiy,
The circle grew big,
The circus of humanity,
They cheered and clapped,
For the man with a wig

I named one Laurel,
The wigged-man was Hardy,
Out comes a gun,
Time to conclude this party

I slid off my tree,
My shalwar was torn,
I clutched my slippers to my heart,
And decided to run,
The gun went off twice and I hit the floor,
There's a nine millimetre lodged,
Quite deep in my buns