then the Circus Maximus rolled into town,
with a whole lot of lions and a couple of clowns;
Nero and Cicero had front row seats,
they were reciting Ovid, but it sounded like Keats;
and the master of ceremonies was Bobby D.
who called our attention to rings one, two and three
and said, “it doesn’t matter what stage you’re on,
cuz it’s all just a show, but it must go on!”