The Tent

"Beware ye that enter!"
"a word to the wise"
shouted out the pitcher
while pointing inside
there before me sat a tent
arrows pointing out the way
while the surging wave of people
forced me on my way

The sign it read Beware
in letters big and bold
what you will see in here
will make your blood run cold
grisly noises and some screams
emerged from the tent''s fold

Closer I was pushed
to the awnings door
among the throng of people
to my uncles leg I clung
The feeling I had was tense
unsure of what to do
the yawning mouth engulfed us
my eyes dare not leave the floor

A Man Eating Chicken
was what the sign proclaimed
pictured in my young mind
a horrific feast
but what sat there before us
shocked me into dismay
a gluttonous man in checkered shirt
greedily filling his face

on the table before him
sat the carcass
ripped apart with savagery
a bird once so robust
the crowd let out a laugh
and the let out a sigh
as we were ushered out
into the noonday sky