Costume Trunk

Running away to join the circus
Every little boy’s dream
When he got there, he discovered
That circus life isn’t all it seems
The bearded lady was a bitch
The clown was a drunk
The strongman was a queer
Kept a dress in the costume trunk
As he got older
He found himself a shoulder belonging
To the big man
Wearing black high heels
Now that they are a couple
They often dance the shuffle
In fact, they led the parade last year
The bearded lady had three tits
The clown was well hung
The strongman drank twelve beers
Then puked in the costume trunk